Friends with Money

My little Jamiekins is going to the prom this weekend. His friends are going as a group. In fact, I'm not sure the girl he's going with is actually his girlfriend. I think they just decided to go together to be included in the outing.

Last night all the parents had a meeting to talk about the itinerary and whatever money we all had to chip in. I thought that was kind of odd, but Jamie insisted I go. I drove as Jamie directed me to his friend's house until finally we parked here:



Holy crap. The house was huge. I suddenly remembered that this was the house of Jamie's friend who drives his own Hummer.

The meeting went fine. We saw a slide show (on the flat screen TV mounted over the fireplace) of the lake house the kids are going to after the prom. The house is nicer than the one I live in, yet it's their weekend get-away that they say they rarely go to.

The boys went upstairs to the game room, while the girls planned when to meet for their manicures before the prom. I sank down into the leather couch, hiding my unpainted toenails under the granite coffee table and wondered if I could stow away on the party bus they were renting to transport the kids up to the lake.

*sigh* It's nice that my son gets to have these experiences as long as he realizes that when it's over, he goes back to driving his Dad's old pick-up truck and spending the weekend cutting our tiny lawn.