I can't blame her for admiring Velvet, and I have to admit that I'd have done the same thing when I was her age. Corset and everything. You would think that Velvet would stash the lingerie in a drawer or something since he knew I was coming to visit. But no. My son has short, lacy nighties and a corset hanging on hooks in the hallway.
On the way to the train station, I told the both of them that if he's on academic probation again at the end of this semester, he's going to spend next semester in the Wyoming Rockies freezing his ass off with NOLS (National Outdoor Leadership School). At least that way, he'll have 16 credits at the end of the semester for the first time since he went off to college.
For the most part, I am not worried. Velvet and I met with his Executive Functioning Coach and everything is back on track. He'd been ditching her for a couple of weeks - ever since Buzz Kill had a meeting with the Coach and Velvet got the idea that she was pushing Buzz Kill's agenda. That's all straightened out now, and they'll be meeting once or twice a week through finals. His grades at mid-term are okay. He may even get a B this semester, but I'm not holding my breath.
What troubles me most is that between me and Cupcake, Velvet is under the impression that he is, in fact, a prince. Worse - there is absolutely nothing to contradict that impression. The guys at Hookah House think I'm the best mom ever because (1) I made sauteed chicken breasts with orzo, spinach and mangoes for all 22 of them on Sunday and delivered it to the House so they could have it at their weekly chapter meeting and (2) I hit the Vortex a couple of times on Saturday night.
The guys moaned about my weak hitting power, but I'm pretty sure that nobody wants his mother to smoke weed like a wild woman - and besides, I had to drive in a couple of hours. It was my intent to demonstrate Moderation and Responsibility. Actually, I had a wonderful time with the guys on Saturday night since I had no clue that Cupcake would be arriving the next evening. When she got there the next night, I exchanged the necessary pleasantries then went back to Velvet's studio apartment.
I felt a bit guilty leaving her and Velvet to sleep on the sofas at Hookah House, but everyone assured me that it wasn't a bit awkward, inconvenient or uncomfortable. I thought about using Priceline and getting a nice hotel room on the cheap - but it would have still been $75 or so for a hotel, and I was not inclined to spend any money just so that Cupcake and Velvet could sleep together in the apartment I am already paying for. She knew damn well I was already at Tree Hugger when she got in the car Sunday afternoon, but she missed Velvet so badly that she simply wanted to look at his face.
So between me cooking and doing his laundry and her hand delivering the new Fable for his Xbox - Velvet might as well be Mel Brooks in History of the World Part I.
|It's good to be king!|
I suppose that it's okay for now, though, since the boy does have to live down being such a colossal dumb ass last spring when he got arrested (Velvet gets Arrested, Stonerdate 04.17.10). Next week, all the fraternities will be participating in the annual scavenger hunt. We're all waiting to see if the Douchers put Velvet on their list or if that incident has drifted into legend. And we're waiting to see if Velvet finally gets off academic probation.