This weekend set off on a good tone starting with the Russ Freedom Festival, aka Rustypalooza, at Acme Bowl thrown by the Jiggaman and the Pretty Girl. A large turnout ensued with mostly people I hardly know or hang out with. Since I'm not a big fan of bowling I decided the best route was to drink and get my ass handed to me at pool multiple times.
The next day I headed up to Bellingham for Mother's Day. After Dad and I gave Mom her gifts we went out to dinner. The waiter asked us if we wanted drinks. Mom sat nervously as she browsed the list over and over again. Sensing impatience in the waiter and knowing Mom wasn't going to outright pick something she really liked I decided to order for her as I have better drink knowledge than she does.
Mom kind of giggled and looked at the waiter and said, "When he was a baby I fixed his bottle. Now that he's a man he fixes mine."
"The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness." - Honore de Balzac