another reason i love western.
most of you know the reason i love western so much is because of the athletics teams that western has fielded over the years. they have given me much joy, plenty of pain, but they have always been MY TEAM.
but they are by no means the only reason i love western. last night miguelito stuck a consent form in my face so he could take a field trip to a massage parlor and see what really goes on at the “osaka oriental spa”.
actually that’s where i just got back from and i feel so relaxed now. and for some damn reason i have a urge for a smoke.
the consent form was so drakes creek middle school could transport him and a whole herd of other pubescent teenagers to van meter auditorium for a choral competition.
so i get to work this morning and i get a call on my cellio from a number i don’t recognize. normally i won’t answer a number i don’t recognize. i feel if it’s important they will leave a voice mail. that way i can screen whoever i want to talk to. don’t come down on me for that, you guys do it too, dahbeed is just the only person stupid enough to admit to doing shit like that.
but this time i answer it with a tepid “hello”. it’s miguelito....”ummm dad, umm mrs. l needs to talk to you. i’m already thinkin’ “what in the hell kind of trouble can you already be in at 7:15”. she informs me that miguelito can’t seem to locate his consent form and if i’ll give her a verbal yes over the phone she can take him. she says she’s sure when things settle down he’ll prolly find it. i told her “not unless you are gonna run him by the casa cuz i bet it’s right on the sofa where i saw it this morning”
she chuckles and says he’s such a good boy. let me tell you folks. it never gets old being told that you have a good kid. and i have been told that numerous times by so many different folks about both of my sons. lookout folks, beed has just added two more productive citizens to us workforce. not right this minute but beed has raised both of his boys to the best of his ability. jerkin’ that knot when it needs jerkin’. doling out the love when that is needed.
she ends her call inviting me to come to the show. i tell her i probably won’t be able to make it. i’m basically numma two up in this joint. that comes with privilege. if i want to take off for a couple hours to go see my son’s chorus then i can. trust beed on this one. he will make it up on the tail end. that’s just the way it works out as a manager in this organization.
but remember, numma two is still under numma one. so i stroll down the hallway and axe numma one “hey man, you mind if i run up to the hill to catch miguelito’s presentation?” him, “of course not, if i didn’t have this conference call coming up i’d go with you”
so beed dives into the gridlock that is scottsville road every morning. turn right on cumberland trace and then take cemetery road into b.g. i park on the gravel parking lot between kentucky and adams street.
i peer up to van meter and think i can see it through the clouds up that high. so i then hump from ky. street to van meter auditorium. i promise you this, i will bitch slap the next mutha-f’er that ever axes me “what’s a hilltopper”
i walk in just as they are getting ready to perform their first selection. i am one of only around 4 parents or grandparents in there. miguelito spies me and gets a big smile and gives me a little nod that lets me know he’s seen me.
on the way in i saw a bunch of schoolkids in khakis and blue polo shirts. drakes on the other hand has these pimp tight black robes. all of the boys are wearing black pants and white shirts and ties. miguelito used my red wku tie. they also have this red thing across their shoulders and it goes down the front of the robe. looks like a big long tie and it just drapes them. i have no idea what it is called but it was big pimpin’ too.
if looks is part of the criteria they crushed the little school outside. and then they sang. just two songs but they were beautiful. their teacher must be really good. as i sat in van meter i thought about how much western means to this community. yes van meter has some years on it but the acoustics in there were phenomenal for something like this. just one little hour out of my day but my day was made better for having western in this town.
as i walked back down the hill speaking to passers by i looked down the hill. the birds were singing. the sun was shining beautifully and another wonderful day on the hill was unfolding. i seriously was doing a little playa hatin’ on dahbicito thinkin’ about how good he has it. i hope he realizes, and i think he does what a wonderful experience the western experience is.
and miguelito had no idear his papi was coming to listen. i could tell that one little thing made his day. it’s just part of bein’ a good papi. giving them support in their endeavours.
your buddy,
el maestro,
dahbeed.
but they are by no means the only reason i love western. last night miguelito stuck a consent form in my face so he could take a field trip to a massage parlor and see what really goes on at the “osaka oriental spa”.
actually that’s where i just got back from and i feel so relaxed now. and for some damn reason i have a urge for a smoke.
the consent form was so drakes creek middle school could transport him and a whole herd of other pubescent teenagers to van meter auditorium for a choral competition.
so i get to work this morning and i get a call on my cellio from a number i don’t recognize. normally i won’t answer a number i don’t recognize. i feel if it’s important they will leave a voice mail. that way i can screen whoever i want to talk to. don’t come down on me for that, you guys do it too, dahbeed is just the only person stupid enough to admit to doing shit like that.
but this time i answer it with a tepid “hello”. it’s miguelito....”ummm dad, umm mrs. l needs to talk to you. i’m already thinkin’ “what in the hell kind of trouble can you already be in at 7:15”. she informs me that miguelito can’t seem to locate his consent form and if i’ll give her a verbal yes over the phone she can take him. she says she’s sure when things settle down he’ll prolly find it. i told her “not unless you are gonna run him by the casa cuz i bet it’s right on the sofa where i saw it this morning”
she chuckles and says he’s such a good boy. let me tell you folks. it never gets old being told that you have a good kid. and i have been told that numerous times by so many different folks about both of my sons. lookout folks, beed has just added two more productive citizens to us workforce. not right this minute but beed has raised both of his boys to the best of his ability. jerkin’ that knot when it needs jerkin’. doling out the love when that is needed.
she ends her call inviting me to come to the show. i tell her i probably won’t be able to make it. i’m basically numma two up in this joint. that comes with privilege. if i want to take off for a couple hours to go see my son’s chorus then i can. trust beed on this one. he will make it up on the tail end. that’s just the way it works out as a manager in this organization.
but remember, numma two is still under numma one. so i stroll down the hallway and axe numma one “hey man, you mind if i run up to the hill to catch miguelito’s presentation?” him, “of course not, if i didn’t have this conference call coming up i’d go with you”
so beed dives into the gridlock that is scottsville road every morning. turn right on cumberland trace and then take cemetery road into b.g. i park on the gravel parking lot between kentucky and adams street.
i peer up to van meter and think i can see it through the clouds up that high. so i then hump from ky. street to van meter auditorium. i promise you this, i will bitch slap the next mutha-f’er that ever axes me “what’s a hilltopper”
i walk in just as they are getting ready to perform their first selection. i am one of only around 4 parents or grandparents in there. miguelito spies me and gets a big smile and gives me a little nod that lets me know he’s seen me.
on the way in i saw a bunch of schoolkids in khakis and blue polo shirts. drakes on the other hand has these pimp tight black robes. all of the boys are wearing black pants and white shirts and ties. miguelito used my red wku tie. they also have this red thing across their shoulders and it goes down the front of the robe. looks like a big long tie and it just drapes them. i have no idea what it is called but it was big pimpin’ too.
if looks is part of the criteria they crushed the little school outside. and then they sang. just two songs but they were beautiful. their teacher must be really good. as i sat in van meter i thought about how much western means to this community. yes van meter has some years on it but the acoustics in there were phenomenal for something like this. just one little hour out of my day but my day was made better for having western in this town.
as i walked back down the hill speaking to passers by i looked down the hill. the birds were singing. the sun was shining beautifully and another wonderful day on the hill was unfolding. i seriously was doing a little playa hatin’ on dahbicito thinkin’ about how good he has it. i hope he realizes, and i think he does what a wonderful experience the western experience is.
and miguelito had no idear his papi was coming to listen. i could tell that one little thing made his day. it’s just part of bein’ a good papi. giving them support in their endeavours.
your buddy,
el maestro,
dahbeed.
posted by dahbeed at 10:57 AM
4 Comments:
You're such a good Dad. It's good you can get away from work like that - those things are so important in life.
But the next time you are on the Hill, you better swing by and say Hi!
i had no idear where your building is. i swear as i was walking down the hill i thought to myself "if i knew where homegirls office was i'd drop in and say hello"
but, i don't know what building or office you work in so i had to get back to work instead.
send your builing and office number to me in an email and i'll make sure i drop in the next time i've climbed the hill.
Yeah, and why haven't you come to visit me at work either, buster?
All kidding aside... that's good stuff. I remember playing sports and being in choir, and all that stuff. My Mom sometimes could make it, but many times could not. It wasn't until my senior year at G'wood (after she divorced my step-father) that she really took an interest in getting to see me compete in things. By that time most of my competitions were over.
Anyway, it always made me so happy to know she was out there. The best day I had in high school was Senior Night when my Mom and I got to walk out on the football field to be recognized for cross country. It still brings a tear to my eye!
Keep being a good papi, and hopefully I can be half the Dad you are!
Are you on hiatus? I'd better call or email you to make sure you're alright! I haven't heard anything out of you in a while!
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