taxis and time machines

I’m going out of town this weekend…me and deshay…sort of a pre-birthday, damned- Katrina- for -fucking -up-voodoo- fest- trip. I’m not sure exactly what we’re going to do, but I do know that the journey will involve a 70’s and 80’s dance club in Dallas and this makes me very excited.

Speaking of getting older, my son has been making new friends in high school. Friends that look very mature. Friends that drive. (yes, drive) I spent some time today remembering back to when I was 14 and thinking, yes, I did have friends that drove…older friends..this is not the end of the world.

Still, I wasn’t ready.

I thought I had at least one more year of taxi-mom duty before his friends started getting licences. He’s the youngest of his close group of friends and I could deal with the fact that the other boys would be driving in a year or so and I would become obsolete as the only one in posession of a car. What I didn’t count on was that he would be making friends who were two years ahead of him in school and had hair longer than mine.

Don’t get me wrong. I love that hair. That’s not the thing. I distinctly remember seeing these guys in books a million playing chess and looking bored. It’s the fact that I look into the eyes of these guys and see my son’s future. It’s crazy..it’s like looking into a time machine and seeing what he will be like in two years.

I think these guys are still a little suspicious of me. They don’t know me yet. I don’t know them yet. All I know is that they dress like my son, have better hair than I do and seem to be pretty laid back (which is good). They’ve been over here almost every afternoon this week.

I think it’ll be ok. I heard one of them use the word “interloper” correctly in a sentence this afternoon. That’s pretty much all I needed to know.