I don't have any explanation for what came over me last week.
I actually wanted to go to my old (former? alma mater?) high school's football game.
Y'all who don't really know me might not see what the big deal-io was, but my people sure did and they jumped at the chance to take Mama to a football game. (In case you're still not sure about me, I don't often want to go to mass sporting events, even local ones.)
So we went.
Did I forget to mention it was homecoming?
I know, I thought it was crazy early for homecoming too, but with five high schools sharing district stadium, someone had to draw the short straw for homecoming three weeks after school started.
Seems like I remember, you know, back in the day, the homecoming queen crowning taking place during half-time and the queen being driven around the field in some sort of classy convertible.
Now they do it before the game and there is very little hoop or la.
But Annelise was still entranced and made full use of her turn with the binoculars.
Then it was game time.
See, we have our game faces on.
Annelise got to hug Willie the Wildcat but you can hardly see her on the left behind the purple lady's elbow.
I could not get over 1.) what passes for homecoming attire these days and B.) the ridiculous size of some of the mums.
I remember getting dressed up, in a dress and panty hose (suntan Leggs in the egg), my date wore a suit and I had a medium-ish mum ensemble.
Now it's hip to be as trashy as possible.
Ripped t-shirts or sweatshirts a la Flashdance, the shortest denim shorts available, huge mums as long as the wearee, teddy bears optional, body glitter and face/leg paint.
At one point Scott asked what I thought of the future generation and I admitted my fear and trepidation.
But there were Skittles, so all was well.
My favorite was half-time watching the drill teams and bands perform.
The Wildcats were losing so we left after half-time (I know, fair weather fans).
I'm leaning toward going to the next home game next week.
I can't explain it.
But there will be Skittles.
What do high schoolers wear to homecoming in your neck of the woods?