The boy invited me to a bonfire during my visit and though I didn’t really want to go – I felt obligated. I was tired – keeping the schedule of a co-ed is hard at my age.
I only had a few short days with him but he wanted me to meet some of his friends who were going to be at the bonfire. I was also a little flattered that he asked. He didn’t mind his mother hanging out with his college friends. How cool is that?
You may assume there was alcohol there but there wasn’t. Moms don’t get invited to college parties with alcohol. Or maybe they are but I wouldn’t go if I thought there may be under-aged drinking. I like my wine – but I just wouldn’t and I’m way over 21 years old.
That being said . . . his friends were so nice to his mom.
John’s mother, Miss Diane, also came as well. The boys didn’t seem fazed at all that their moms were with him at this little gathering. It was quite sweet. His friends were also sweet, you have to believe me when I say that he has the nicest group of friends.
They broke out in dance, they served me a latte out of the back of a truck, and I always had someone to talk to. I couldn’t believe that they were having a bonfire, i.e. an open flame, in the middle of campus. Then the boy asked me and Miss Diane to play a game of cornhole against him and John. Diane and I looked at each. Our eyes met, and our eyes said, “We’re tired,” but we said, “Alright.”
We then played cornhole in the dark. It was a great game, my competitive juices started running and the team of the boy and I beat John and his mom by just a couple of points. It was the great Grand Forks cornhole Olympics!
The story would be really great if the police came. And they did. A very nice Grand Forks police officer came by asked them to put the fire out because there was a burn ban in effect. It hadn’t rained in a while. He approached me first but one of his friends look the lead in speaking to him, because my flight or fight instinct was in full effect. One of the kids started putting the fire out and I said, “Wait, let me take a picture!” It’s what I do.
Miss Diane and I left after the cornhole game but apparently the story didn’t stop there. The fire was not fully snuffed out and the same nice Grand Forks policeman came by again – this time with fire trucks in tow. Apparently the firetrucks had lights flashing too – just for effect. Anyway, they put the fire out with fire extinguishers.
But by then I was at my hotel, asleep peacefully – because I’m way too old for the campus life:)