anwserman
Sep 15, 2004, 01:52 AM
OK, this is another parent rant.
I'm 19, almost 20 years old. And, bless my mother to pieces - she's doing her job as a mother - but she needs to LAY OFF.
Two things ring out just today. First and foremost, last night Mitch and I went to a local bar to watch the Packers game, good 'ol Monday night football. I somehow managed to get in and get served (I'm only 19). Yes, I might sound ~really dumb~ right now for doing this, but we both had three beers and three shots. We bought the beers and the shots were provided everytime the Pack got a touchdown.
Yay. I've drank three to four beers fine without any nill affects and the shots were weak. We were both "happy" but speech wasn't slurred, no stumbling around and just in a happy mood.
So, we decide to leave after a while. Note, we got there around 9, stopped drinking at 10:10ish and left around 11. So, we had no booze for about an hour so it would be able to filter out of our system. Like I said before, no ill effects.
Today my mom asked how the night went last night. I didn't lie, and I said that I had no problem getting into the bar to watch the game and I had no problem getting served either. Hell, she had no problem with me underage drinking in the first place. So, she asked how much we've drank. I said we had a few beers within that timeframe. She asked what we did, and I said that after the bar we went to the Breakwall and sat there and talked and bullshitted. She asked how we got there, and I said Mitch drove. (Its a 20 mile drive.)
And she got pissed. Saying that we were drinking and driving. I sat there, and I didn't admit that we did those really-weak shots, but it was a judgement call. I felt comfortable with him driving, we both had our seatbelts on and that if I only felt happy, then he'd be affected less then me. I could have drove even. But nope, mother makes a huge fit about how irresponsible I was. Whatever, she says she isn't going to talk about it anymore since I know how she feels and that I should have been smart and just walked home. I just blow that off, we were both fine. So, I joked around and said, "Well at least we had our seatbelts on!" I laughed and smiled and everything... it was a JOKE.
Nope, she decides to run with that. I stared at her, and said, "Can't you comprehend a simple joke without going all motherly on me? Is that ever too much to ask?" Well, it quieted her up and she said she didn't want to discuss it anymore. Pleh. >_>
Tomorrow I have a test in Public Speaking, and since we're both cheap college students, Mitch and I decided to split the cost of the $70 dollar textbook. Basically, we needed to study so I went over to his house after work tonight, at about 10:15. I told my mother that I was going over there to study, which I did indeed do. So, while he was reading the book (two chapters, I read one tonight also), I read for two other classes. So, that means that I studied for three classes altogether. So, after two hours of working we decided to call it a night and just cruise around aimlessly for about 20 minutes. I get home at around 1:30. And my mom sits there and asks, "Where were you!?!"
"At Mitch's, studying."
"For that long?" in a tone of disbelief.
"Well, we decided to finish at one and go cruising for a bit."
"Oh."
"Goodnight."
... Yup, too hard to fathom me studing for a good two hours. For crying out loud... I made the Dean's List, I'm a manager at my job (though it is family owned I did earn that position), I'm a full-time college student and I do keep up on all of my homework. So yes, I'm slightly peeved when I'm babied by my mother.
*sigh*
Could have it worse though.
EDIT: Added more info to the drinking story.
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I'm 19, almost 20 years old. And, bless my mother to pieces - she's doing her job as a mother - but she needs to LAY OFF.
Two things ring out just today. First and foremost, last night Mitch and I went to a local bar to watch the Packers game, good 'ol Monday night football. I somehow managed to get in and get served (I'm only 19). Yes, I might sound ~really dumb~ right now for doing this, but we both had three beers and three shots. We bought the beers and the shots were provided everytime the Pack got a touchdown.
Yay. I've drank three to four beers fine without any nill affects and the shots were weak. We were both "happy" but speech wasn't slurred, no stumbling around and just in a happy mood.
So, we decide to leave after a while. Note, we got there around 9, stopped drinking at 10:10ish and left around 11. So, we had no booze for about an hour so it would be able to filter out of our system. Like I said before, no ill effects.
Today my mom asked how the night went last night. I didn't lie, and I said that I had no problem getting into the bar to watch the game and I had no problem getting served either. Hell, she had no problem with me underage drinking in the first place. So, she asked how much we've drank. I said we had a few beers within that timeframe. She asked what we did, and I said that after the bar we went to the Breakwall and sat there and talked and bullshitted. She asked how we got there, and I said Mitch drove. (Its a 20 mile drive.)
And she got pissed. Saying that we were drinking and driving. I sat there, and I didn't admit that we did those really-weak shots, but it was a judgement call. I felt comfortable with him driving, we both had our seatbelts on and that if I only felt happy, then he'd be affected less then me. I could have drove even. But nope, mother makes a huge fit about how irresponsible I was. Whatever, she says she isn't going to talk about it anymore since I know how she feels and that I should have been smart and just walked home. I just blow that off, we were both fine. So, I joked around and said, "Well at least we had our seatbelts on!" I laughed and smiled and everything... it was a JOKE.
Nope, she decides to run with that. I stared at her, and said, "Can't you comprehend a simple joke without going all motherly on me? Is that ever too much to ask?" Well, it quieted her up and she said she didn't want to discuss it anymore. Pleh. >_>
Tomorrow I have a test in Public Speaking, and since we're both cheap college students, Mitch and I decided to split the cost of the $70 dollar textbook. Basically, we needed to study so I went over to his house after work tonight, at about 10:15. I told my mother that I was going over there to study, which I did indeed do. So, while he was reading the book (two chapters, I read one tonight also), I read for two other classes. So, that means that I studied for three classes altogether. So, after two hours of working we decided to call it a night and just cruise around aimlessly for about 20 minutes. I get home at around 1:30. And my mom sits there and asks, "Where were you!?!"
"At Mitch's, studying."
"For that long?" in a tone of disbelief.
"Well, we decided to finish at one and go cruising for a bit."
"Oh."
"Goodnight."
... Yup, too hard to fathom me studing for a good two hours. For crying out loud... I made the Dean's List, I'm a manager at my job (though it is family owned I did earn that position), I'm a full-time college student and I do keep up on all of my homework. So yes, I'm slightly peeved when I'm babied by my mother.
*sigh*
Could have it worse though.
EDIT: Added more info to the drinking story.
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: anwserman on 2004-09-14 23:55 ]</font>