At Least They're Committed

Spring break! I took Friday off so the boys and I could conjure up something to do between their work and social schedules. We were free and clear by 3:30 p.m. and as the boys showered and change their clothes, I shout out activity options. Slim pickings, until . . .

Thirty minutes later we’ve purchased our tickets online and they’re waiting for us at Will Call. We’re sitting on the bus, totally psyched, heading downtown to the Convention Center. Pretty young woman sitting two seats in front — who is studying accounting at Metro — asks where we’re off to. “Comic con Denver!” we say.

“Wow! Really?” she says. “I can’t believe my brother didn’t know about this!”

“We didn’t either, until just now!” I enthuse, and I really am surprised, and that makes me start thinking and suddenly it starts to sink in. Friday the 31st, I bought tickets for Friday the 31st. It’s the 29th. I check my phone. I look at my sons, one in his Supernatural T-Shirt and the other in Star Fox T-shirt.

“Oh,” I say sheepishly. The bus driver cues the engine. “It’s not until May.”

The boys burst out in laughter and I feel myself go red and giggle. The girl in front of us is laughing, too. “Well, if we want to escape the bus, we’d better do it quickly,” says I.

“Eh . . . nah,” the boys say. “Let’s go downtown anyway.”

As the bus is rolling down Interstate 25, DS and EBD start to giggle.

“I can see us showing up at Will Call, hey, where is everyone?” Edisonsblackdahlia laughs. “Aw, hell, let’s just go to a bar . . . so here’s Captain America sitting at the bar . . . ”

A lot more laughter.

We hang out downtown, D meets us at Tilted Kilt, and we’ve got Friday, May 31, on our calendars and maybe I’ll dress up as Mystique.