So, Adam had a few of his buddies over the other night to play Rock Band.
The big selling point (besides "My mom will feed everyone") was….
"My mom will sooo kick butt er…do well… on vocals!"
And so they came and we played and took turns drumming and playing guitars and vocalizing. Out in the backyard, of course, with the giant screen. (Our neighbors are no longer surprised by any of our antics. *sigh*)
Sometime during the evening the boys decided that the vocalist had to wear The Rock Band Goggles of Death.
(How some people were talked into this by other people, I'll never know….)
But I will tell you this:
I love that these twenty-somethings still want to hang out here with us.
I love that they were so eager to have us play with them.
I love that there were no judgments, no "coolness," no tough exteriors.
We were all making fools of ourselves, singing at the top of our lungs and having a wonderful time.
Lucy and I were outnumbered ten to two, but we managed to hold our own with all those boys.
(Lucky for me, no one picked up the camera while I was wailing into the microphone, but that's not important right now. =D)
And, oh yeah….. guess who scored a 99% for her vocals? 😉
(Yes, sometimes I really do ROCK.)
Marta, that says a lot of both of you as parents and of the family your raised together. It also says a lot of both of you as human beings. There must be a lot of love in that house and trust, that’s what brings them back.Congrats!!!!!!
Now, if we are talking about vocals…..I have a surprise of my own. Give me a few days and then swing by!
OK, lovely and all, but what has struck me is that no one is wearing a coat. I am freezing my culito off here in Tennessee.I wish I was there!
And hey, hanging with 20-somethings would be fun!