We had a fabulous time, Melissa and I. We ate at Applebee’s and it wasn’t so bad – – well, except that the rice pilaf totally lacked any flavor whatsoever. But their dessert was good – I had the Apple Chimicheesecake – – I’d go back for that again, I think. It was yum.
We shared conversation over dinner that you can only share with a 13 year old. Giggly girl talk. She is something else – – and it’s times like these when I have time alone with her and listen to her talk that I really am proud of the young woman that she has become. Smart. Funny. Interesting.
Her idol is the singer from GreenDay and she claims she would do anything to be able to meet him. We then started to define ‘anything’ – and she started drawing lines. Like – she would put her arm in a vat of raw seweage – all the way up to her shoulder. But she wouldn’t put her head in it. Good to know she has limits.
Don’t ask – it was the grossest dinner conversation I’ve had since I worked in the hospital and ate in the cafeteria with the other nurses and doctors.
We then went to see Coach Carter. I wasn’t sure I’d like it since all I knew was that it was a movie about basketball. It. Was. Excellent. I want to see it again. I cried three different times during that movie. Melissa and I, afterward, determined that it was a ‘three-hanky’ flick. I want to talk about the movie and how awesome it was and what parts made me cry and why – – but I don’t want to be a spoiler, dammit. So, I’ll just say this: Melissa and I recommend the movie highly!
It was a great night. So much so that her and I decided to do this monthly. I can’t wait until the next one. She told me she wants to go bowling next time. 😀
Note: I have to force myself to type “Melissa”. It’s the name I gave her at birth – – but I’ve been calling her “Missy” since the day she was born. She’s always been “Missy” to me – always will be. But now that she’s 13, she’s feels that “Missy” doesn’t have the credibility that “Melissa” does . . so I’m trying to respect that. It’s hard.