This last Saturday morning I jumped up and out of bed earlier than I normally do on a weekend because I had heard on the radio that the first 50 cars who get to the Boulevard Mall will win 2 tickets to see the first showing of the new Twilight movie. I am not even sure which one of the series is next but I knew my daughter, Jessie, would want to be there. I am actually jonesing to see it too since I read every book in the series after she finished it. I picked up the first book to see what all the hubbub was about, and I was hooked. So as I was going down the stairs I poked my head into her room and said “hey you want to go to the Boulevard Mall to get free tickets to Twilight from Jack FM.” She opened her eyes, looking a little like a newborn pup with her eyes all puffy and still half closed and said “yeah, let me get ready.”
We were out the door in about 15 minutes and as we were getting into the car she asked “are you sure they’re Twilight tickets” to which I replied “100% sure.” At this point a little doubt was creeping into my head but I was pretty sure I knew what I was talking about. We headed towards Buffalo and along the way I begin to wonder because we were listening to the 92.9 radio station, also known as Jack FM, and they didn’t mention Twilight tickets, instead they were only mentioning Darien Lake tickets, double admission even. Hmmm, I thought I just knew that I had heard about movie tickets on one of the stations I listened to.
Although it is my car, and I make the payment every month on both the car loan and the insurance; it doesn’t guarantee me free access to the radio. When I am alone and driving to and from work I prefer my favorite station, which for now is 92.9. But when the cab light is on and I am driving my kids to and from sports practices or games; to school because they missed the bus; shopping; to breakfast or elsewhere, they somehow become masters of my universe and think nothing of changing my radio to hear what they want to hear. Never mind that they may have an IPod in their paws with earphones dangling out of their ears, they still change my station. It may be right in the middle of my favorite oldies song but it doesn’t matter, their little fingers start pushing buttons.
I think the worst part of my kid’s generation is that they have to have all access to everything all the time. They have the TV on, the computer on, their earphones in and yet they can come walking over to me while I am house cleaning, doing the laundry, reading, or face booking, scrapbooking and say to me “I’m bored.” To which I always reply well you can go out and weed the garden, vacuum the sun porch, hang your nasty lacrosse equipment on the line outside to blow the stink of it,” to which they invariable reply “never mind” and go back to their game of World of Warcraft or whatever else they were doing. Kids these days!
So we arrived at the Boulevard Mall in record time and got in the serpentine line of cars that was already forming in the parking lot. We were about 20th in line so we knew we made it and we’re both as happy as a bird with a French fry. Jessie again asked “are you sure they have Twilight tickets?” well by then I hadn’t heard one word on Jack FM about movie tickets but plenty on Darien lake tickets. I had told her that they probably didn’t want o remind everyone at this late time or they would be inciting a riot, so good thing I wrote it down, somewhere so I could remember. She looked at me doubtfully and said “okay mom.” Well I looked in my rearview and saw the line steadily growing behind me, I opened my door to get out and Jessie said “mom where u going?” her voice sounding like she was so mortified that I would have the nerve to get out of the car. I just said “I’ll be back in a second.” The look on her face was one of consternation, like I was the kid acting out and she was the parent.
I walked nonchalantly to the girl in the green Chevy cobalt behind me in line. She was alone, probably 23-25 years old with her brown hair in a pony tail and a white spaghetti strapped camisole on. I asked her somewhat reluctantly “so this is the line for Twilight tickets right.” She looked at me with a bewildered look on her face and replied, “No, they are giving away tickets for Darien Lake.” I felt like a stooge and then she said “I wish they were tickets for Twilight.” “Me too,” I mumbled as I walked back towards my car. There it was confirmation that I am old, senile and possibly somewhat of a doofus, at least in my daughter’s eyes.
The girl in the cobalt told me she had driven up from Boston, NY and it had taken her almost 45 minutes to get there. I had driven only 15 minutes and although we didn’t get tickets to see the latest release of the vampire chronicles at least we didn’t leave empty handed. We did get a small plastic cup of chocolate ice cream, only one, even though there were two of us, a sticker on our window for Jack FM 98.2 and 4 admission tickets to a fun filled day of Darien Lake. We now have the whole summer 2010 season in which to use them. Not a bad haul for not actually knowing what we were in line for. I only wish I knew where I wrote down what day, time, and place that the other radio station was giving away the movie passes.
We were out the door in about 15 minutes and as we were getting into the car she asked “are you sure they’re Twilight tickets” to which I replied “100% sure.” At this point a little doubt was creeping into my head but I was pretty sure I knew what I was talking about. We headed towards Buffalo and along the way I begin to wonder because we were listening to the 92.9 radio station, also known as Jack FM, and they didn’t mention Twilight tickets, instead they were only mentioning Darien Lake tickets, double admission even. Hmmm, I thought I just knew that I had heard about movie tickets on one of the stations I listened to.
Although it is my car, and I make the payment every month on both the car loan and the insurance; it doesn’t guarantee me free access to the radio. When I am alone and driving to and from work I prefer my favorite station, which for now is 92.9. But when the cab light is on and I am driving my kids to and from sports practices or games; to school because they missed the bus; shopping; to breakfast or elsewhere, they somehow become masters of my universe and think nothing of changing my radio to hear what they want to hear. Never mind that they may have an IPod in their paws with earphones dangling out of their ears, they still change my station. It may be right in the middle of my favorite oldies song but it doesn’t matter, their little fingers start pushing buttons.
I think the worst part of my kid’s generation is that they have to have all access to everything all the time. They have the TV on, the computer on, their earphones in and yet they can come walking over to me while I am house cleaning, doing the laundry, reading, or face booking, scrapbooking and say to me “I’m bored.” To which I always reply well you can go out and weed the garden, vacuum the sun porch, hang your nasty lacrosse equipment on the line outside to blow the stink of it,” to which they invariable reply “never mind” and go back to their game of World of Warcraft or whatever else they were doing. Kids these days!
So we arrived at the Boulevard Mall in record time and got in the serpentine line of cars that was already forming in the parking lot. We were about 20th in line so we knew we made it and we’re both as happy as a bird with a French fry. Jessie again asked “are you sure they have Twilight tickets?” well by then I hadn’t heard one word on Jack FM about movie tickets but plenty on Darien lake tickets. I had told her that they probably didn’t want o remind everyone at this late time or they would be inciting a riot, so good thing I wrote it down, somewhere so I could remember. She looked at me doubtfully and said “okay mom.” Well I looked in my rearview and saw the line steadily growing behind me, I opened my door to get out and Jessie said “mom where u going?” her voice sounding like she was so mortified that I would have the nerve to get out of the car. I just said “I’ll be back in a second.” The look on her face was one of consternation, like I was the kid acting out and she was the parent.
I walked nonchalantly to the girl in the green Chevy cobalt behind me in line. She was alone, probably 23-25 years old with her brown hair in a pony tail and a white spaghetti strapped camisole on. I asked her somewhat reluctantly “so this is the line for Twilight tickets right.” She looked at me with a bewildered look on her face and replied, “No, they are giving away tickets for Darien Lake.” I felt like a stooge and then she said “I wish they were tickets for Twilight.” “Me too,” I mumbled as I walked back towards my car. There it was confirmation that I am old, senile and possibly somewhat of a doofus, at least in my daughter’s eyes.
The girl in the cobalt told me she had driven up from Boston, NY and it had taken her almost 45 minutes to get there. I had driven only 15 minutes and although we didn’t get tickets to see the latest release of the vampire chronicles at least we didn’t leave empty handed. We did get a small plastic cup of chocolate ice cream, only one, even though there were two of us, a sticker on our window for Jack FM 98.2 and 4 admission tickets to a fun filled day of Darien Lake. We now have the whole summer 2010 season in which to use them. Not a bad haul for not actually knowing what we were in line for. I only wish I knew where I wrote down what day, time, and place that the other radio station was giving away the movie passes.
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