Sunday, September 19, 2010

Roomies

DeJon & Scotty:  Roomies ready to party

On the ride up to Santa Cruz, we let the freshman play deejay.  His selections were eclectic.  Springsteen and Arcade Fire.  John Mayer and Cee lo.   He pumped up the volume and we sang along, working hard to keep his spirits up, and ours, as well.   The day before, there was drama he could've done without; us, too.  A lousy parting gift.  A broken heart.  So we bubble-wrapped it, nice and tight, made sure it stayed in tact for the long schlep north.  I'm happy to report, his heart hit campus on the mend.  No transplant necessary.  We hadn't even parked yet and the texting heated up:  "Seen any hotties?"  The eldest needed an update.  "Gotta live vicariously through you now, bro.'"  "Nobody yet.  I'll let you know when I do."  Brotherly love.  Later on, the college grad played wingman for his freshman bro'.  Set up the evening's festivities.  There's quite a tradition to uphold.  Spare me the details, boys.  I'm too old.

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