This month is an homage to a costume that my Mom had made when I was in high school. I was trying out for the varsity hockey team my Freshman year and didn’t have my license to drive myself yet. So, my Mom came to pick me up on the last day of try-outs, which happened to be Halloween. I came out of the ice rink, sweaty and tired only to look up and see MY MOM walking towards me wearing a picnic-table costume complete with a can of sprite and blue plastic cup hot glued to a hat! Um. What?!
Yup! You heard that right. A vulnerable freshman, trying out for her first varsity sport and this is what happens amongst all of the “cool” upperclassman. Oy!
She’s flailing her arms, as if I didn’t notice her, yelling “DID YA MAKE THE TEAMMMM??? EM! EM!? DID YA?!?!”
I think I turned 90 shade of red and dramatically motioned for her to get back in the car. I’m sure I was yelling through clenched teeth “MOMMMMMMMM. WHAT ON EARTH?! Get in the car. Please. Just. No. Please, get in the carrrrrrrrr!!!!”
