I'll Have Another, Please

Last night with dinner, I was drinking Sangria.

Generally, when we're having dinner at home, I drink milk. Until recently, I would only get Sangria when we're out at Italian places. Lately though, I've been enjoying it more and more so I've started making it at home. I'll typically have it late at night when Andy's drinking his Scotch. For some reason, last night I decided to have some with dinner.

Good thing...

Matt was at youth group; Andy, John and I were sitting at the table eating pasta while the buzz of Fox News filled the background. The conversation was fairly normal. "How was your day?" "Do you have a lot of homework" "Did your (insert sore body part here) hurt too badly at practice?" "Funny thing happened at work today..." All typical stuff.

About mid-way through his third piece of garlic bread, John asked (very nonchalantly), "Do we have any plans for Saturday?"

I reply, "We have an Aztec game. Why? What's up?"

In the split second that it took for him to answer, several possible activities ran through my head. I wondered which he was going to throw at us. Would it be an evening of video games and poker at his quarterback's house with his fellow offensive linemen? Perhaps some football with the guys at his center's house? Maybe a trip to the gym to get in some extra lifting? All of these have happened before and were quite possible. However, none are correct. Out of his mouth came...

"I'd like to go to the school dance."

Gulp.

It was bound to happen sometime. He's a sophomore. He's got a zillion friends and he's a popular guy on the football team. He texts people all the time. There's a girl named Brittany that he's been talking to a lot. Eventually he was going to want to go to a dance, I just didn't think it would be this Saturday night.

After a talk about some ground rules, all of which will be reiterated multiple times in the next 72 hours, we agreed to let him go. He said thanks, cleared his dishes and headed upstairs to start his homework.

I went to the kitchen and poured myself a second, very large glass of sangria.