Or, in the case of my son, about 2-3.
This past Sunday my son turned 18. It’s been an interesting trip so far and I look forward to continuing my relationship with my son. He and I get along better than my father and I did. In part, I think, because I’ve always been ready to admit when I have been wrong (well, perhaps not always) and because he is a much better son than I was.
We started off the weekend by attending a Yard Dogz game on Friday. An excellent game that came down to the wire. When the game comes down to the final play and your side wins, you know you have received full value for your entertainment dollar. And if you have anyone that doesn’t really understand Capitalism and event sponsorship, take them to a Yard Dogz game. It is full-fledged, nostril-flaring Capitalism in all its glory. Kind of tacky, but it gets the job done.
Saturday morning we worked at our Scout troop’s workday. A local "farm" allows us to use their land to camp on and we needed to rennovate some trails. The land seemed to be infested with poison ivy but neither my son nor myself ended up with any reaction (so far). I did find 9 personal escorts (read ticks) when I got home, but they were quickly disposed of.
A quick lunch at Gaijin Sushi was our reward for a job well done. And because both my son and I enjoy sushi while the women-folk can’t stand the idea. BTW, does anyone know if there is a soul food restaurant in OKC by the name of Cracker Eats? Just curious.
We had planned on volunteering for Jazz in June, but my daughter pointed out that Jesus Christ Superstar was finishing up its run at the Civic Center. We caught that evenings performance and were impressed with the talent on display.
We had an Eagle Court of Honor to run on Sunday — one of my Eagle Scout mentorees was in attendence and I help put the event together.
And finally, a night out at the Redhawks game. We had club level seating (with some discount tickets), but the Redhawks performed miserably and the club-level service was even worse. More on this later if corrections aren’t made.
So all in all it was a nice weekend. My son can now excuse himself from jury duty to grab a quick smoke and vote while he’s out buying the cigarettes. Thankfully he is smarter than I am and will pass on one of those activities.
Hope everyone had an enjoyable weekend. Job is working out well — lots to do and more to write about later.