Pink Ladies
My mom makes me nuts. Like this:
Mom: I’m getting so stir crazy. I never get out anymore. (She can’t drive and can’t walk).
Suebob: We can go out whenever you want. (This has been said over and over again).
Mom: You don’t like to drive my car.
Suebob: I’ll drive your car.
Mom: But if you don’t want to, I don’t want you to.
Suebob: I’ll drive the car.
Mom: But you’re so busy.
Suebob: Any time you want to go out, I’ll make time.
Mom: But you always have so much going on (sighs).
Suebob: I’ll make the time.
Mom: I wouldn’t want to take you away from the things you want to do.
Suebob: ANYTIME YOU WANT TO GO OUT JUST TELL ME AND I WILL MAKE IT WORK
Mom: You don’t have to raise your voice.
Like that.
Let me tell you a funny story from Mom’s life, one I have heard, oh, 600 times or so. But I still like it.
My parents met when my mom was still a schoolgirl and he was a ranger at the park where she lived. She grew up some, he went to war, and when he came back, she was all growed up.
Mom’s family aren’t heavy drinkers. She had never been to a bar and the only cocktail she knew was a Pink Lady, which is what her friend’s mom always drank at home.
Dad brought his friends to meet my mom and they took her out to a bar. When asked for her order, she blurted the only thing she could think of: a pink lady.
Dad’s friends took him aside and told him not to get involved with her. She was obviously a barfly! How else would she know what to order?
Thankfully, Dad did not listen. They were married for 64 years, in which time Mom probably consumed 10 beers and a dozen glasses of wine total.
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Great story and awesome pajamas!
That was a fun party. I never got around to drinking the drink though.
Sigh!
Been there, done that.
Bless you.
I knew you’d understand.
I have the same conversations with my dad. I love him, but he drives me batshit crazy.
Why? Why must it be so hard.
What the hell is a pink lady?
I thought they were the tarts in Grease?
They are a gin-based cocktail
Hi Suebob, I found your site by following a link from another site. The very first blog I read was the conversation between you and your mother. I just had to send it to a friend in the US, because this is EXACTLY the type of conversation she is always having with her mother :). She loved it. You now have two new fans 🙂
Well thank you! Welcome. There IS something universal about these conversations, isn’t there? I imagine I will be there myself some day soon, on the giving instead of receiving end.
Oh, goodness. Sorry your mom is so tough about going out, but what a great story about the drinks! ;p
It is a family classic.