Mother's Day

Happy Mothers Day to all the mamas.

For one reason or another, the lad and I decided to do Mother’s Day yesterday.

We had to go out in the dreadful weather late in the afternoon to rent a tux for his upcoming prom. Interesting procedure. We chose a small men’s shop in the next town over. When we walked in there were two employees on duty. One older woman and a man who, I think, was her father. He sat primly in a chair near the small men’s department, dressed in his suit with vest and pocket watch and chain. He also held a pretty fancy cane. We may have been the highlight of his late afternoon, his face lit up radiantly when he heard what we wanted.

The lad has never been fitted for a suit before, never mind a tux. But fitted he was, complete with tape measures and notations in a notebook. The tux will be ready on Thursday—simple black tux with a ruby red vest, black tie, and white shirt with the bibbed front. He should look smashing in it. His date suggested the colors...they’re both thinking in terms of 1930s flair.

This must be the new way of doing things. As I recall, from my own prom days, I pretty much took pot luck. What walked through the door on prom night was it. If the tux didn’t match my dress, oh well. And my junior prom date, with his baby blue tux, clashed pretty horribly with my dress. The lad’s date will wear a lovely gold gown. She thought a crisp black tux with red vest would be the perfect complement. He appreciated the input. No indecision to worry about.

So anyway. After the tux rental was completed, the lad mused that as long as we were out and pretty much had the world to ourselves (all other sensible people staying out of the horrid weather), maybe we should go have ourselves a Mother’s Day dinner and take in a movie. And that sounded like a splendid idea.

A not too fancy, but hit-the-right-spot dinner at Friendly’s during which we talked a blue streak. About half way through our meal we realized the two elderly ladies sitting across the aisle from us were actively discussing us. They seemed to be impressed that we were having a conversation with one another. Like...sharing thoughts and ideas. They thought he was a nice boy. I came very close to telling them that I think so, too.

With a few moments to spare, we left the restaurant and headed up the street to the theater. We had already decided to see Sin City. I didn’t know what it was about other than the trailers on TV, so didn’t really know what to expect.  I think there were about 8 of us in the theater, so it was pretty relaxed. The lad and I both sprawled in our seats and let movie magic happen.

It wasn’t until about 10 minutes into the film that I realized that these were comic book characters brought to life. (I’d never heard of Sin City or Frank Miller before) What I didn’t expect to do was laugh a lot. Most of the focus on the film has been for its violence, but I thought it had some supremely funny moments. It was a strange film, darkly noir-ish done with intelligence and art. I liked it. A lot. The cinematography was brilliant and...I so loved Marv. This is a finely crafted film. I am so glad the lad chose Sin City to treat me to. He was pretty sure of himself, “Trust me. I know what you like and you will love this movie.” Yep, I did.

Today we’re just vegging. Well, I am. He’s busily working on school projects. Good coffee for me and a fire in the wood stove. I think he plans to order a pizza later, too. In spite of the lousy weather, this has been a really nice weekend.