Scott and I have an annual tradition of going to mass on Christmas Eve. As usual Scott and I went to midnight mass to judge people and sing Christmas carols. This year our dad decided to come. Ususally he can’t stay up that late, but he took an EXTRA long nap that day to prepare for the evening.
The first half hour is Christmas carols. It hasn’t been as good these past few years. I got bored with carols and started playing the judging game. I started looking around, and didn’t recognize many people. Finally I spotted a family I knew and loved back in the day. By family I meant the mother. I had the HUGEST crush on her back in high school. I could only see two of the kids and the father. Finally, it was time to receive communion. I got a chance to see my Mrs. Robinson as she walked up with her family. This might have been the biggest let down EVER. She was no longer the woman I always waved across the fence on the 4th of July.
I like family tradition, but this ruined my childhood memories of the most gorgeous woman in Roselle. Sad times in the 60172.
WHY DIDN’T I KNOW YOU HAD A BLOG?!?!?!
slow. kid.
By: Monica on December 31, 2008
at 10:42 pm