In spite of the weather reports that a tornado was headed this way and we were all going to die (there were five or six tornadoes in S.C. on Saturday evening), we decided to go ahead and take Lily to her friend's Bat Mitzvah. We were lucky. The tornadoes passed north and south of us, and the reports of where it did hit were shocking and sad. Many homes were destroyed. Here's a story about one where the father is on his third tour of duty as a flight surgeon in Iraq. He hopes to be home by Wednesday to help his family. At least they still have their sense of humor -- their potbellied pig's house was tossed by the winds and landed upside down with the pig still in it -- they've changed the pig's name from Ellie Mae to Dorothy. Please pray for the victims here and in Georgia.
In a complete change of tone here, off to telling you about my hot date. It stopped raining where we were so we picked up two other 13-year-olds who were going to the Bat Mitzvah (none of them Jewish, so nobody knew what they were doing, though Lily has been to a Bar Mitzvah before). It was a big fancy party at a downtown hotel where a lot of St. Patrick's Day revelers were staying and revelling even though the festival had been shut down due to the weather. Next door to the ballroom where the Bat Mitzvah was was the Islam Grand Temple gathering. I thought that was funny. I think the Islam Grand Temple was not actually Islamic, but a black Masonic order -- the Jester's Club, to be precise. Lots going on. And here were our three 13-year-olds, looking a whole lot older in their cocktail (and Easter) dresses.
One mother said she was going to put nametags on them saying, "Hello. I'm 13." Would have been a good idea.
Anyway, here Paul and I were downtown, not dead from the tornado, and with three hours to kill. So we decided to have a very rare hot date. First we went to a fabulous Chinese dinner at a place with the best spicy-peanut salad dressing and everything so fresh and good. Then we went to a movie.
Only I had it wrong. Wrong theater. Wrong show time. Wrong planet. There was no movie we could see and be back in time to pick up Lily.
So, we did the thing old married people do on their hot dates. We sat in the car on the parking garage rooftop -- and took naps.
Hoo Boy. Now I need a nap because the excitement, it is killing me.
Posted by: groovyoldlady | March 17, 2008 at 07:29 PM
I think it’s great that you and Paul can still go and make-out in the car park.
That is what you’re saying isn’t it?
Posted by: Angry | March 20, 2008 at 09:58 PM