My friends and I were sitting at the table, I was drinking my diet cokes and watching the action of the evening as my son’s band played. I love people-watching and I still get surprised after all of these years as each evening unfolds.
Many in the crowd know me and they come by to speak or blow me a kiss from across the room. I love the young people of today. Sometimes they let their guard down and do things they normally would not consider, but overall they are good and descent people.
One girl came in wearing a large hat with flowers protruding from it and a ribbon tied under her chin held it in place. She was the center of attention for a while until her uniqueness lost its appeal. Then a guy pulled off his shirt and began to swing it in circles in the air. This was an attention-getter until bar security stepped over and advised him to put his shirt back on or leave.
The band walked onto the stage and the crowd roared with excitement. After about 5 or 6 songs, a cute young lady came over to my table. She said, “Hi, I’m Candace” as she held out her hand to shake. I stuck out my hand and said, “Nice to meet you Candace, I am Juanita.” She replied, “yes, I know who you are, Eric’s mom.” I smiled and nodded.
She stood there bracing herself on my table for a couple of songs. It was obvious to me and my friends that Candace had consumed a little too much alcohol and was clearly unsteady on her feet.
Moments later she leaned way over into my lap and declared, “I’m not some drunk girl in a bar”...”I am a good good girl!”...”I am a Christian girl!” Again, I smiled and nodded, as I said, "I am sure you are."
Candace continued to linger next to my table. Eventually, she moved right up next to me and said, “Can I have your permission to ask Eric out?” I explained to her that Eric is an adult and my permission wasn't needed or warranted, it would be his choice. She screamed, “NO! you have to give me permission, I never ask out a guy until his mother says its ok!”
She stood there wobbling and waiting for my response. I spoke to her about the song they were playing and smiled at her. She was a beautiful young lady and I feel certain she was a good girl as she kept telling me, but I was done with the subject of giving her permission to ask out a grown man in his thirties.
She once again Screamed, “Give me permission to ask your son out!” I ignored her, then she laid her head on my shoulder and again, she said, “I’m not some drunk girl in the bar!” I replied, “That is exactly what you are right now, Candace!”
Candace turned to one of my girlfriends and said, “Don’t you think she should let me ask her son out, I’m a good Christian girl”?... My friend replied, “I think it is very strange to ask a guy’s mother for permission...he is in his thirties!” Candace walked away.
When the band finished their set, I saw her grab my son, Eric, as he stepped off the stage and scream something. He looked over at me and smiled. Later he said that she screamed, “Your mother hates me!”
When a person begins to lay on me and scream at me, I am done with talking. I do not hate Candace or anyone.
I am convinced she was not her normal self, the world takes on a topsy-turvy appearance once someone drinks to the point that they no longer have the ability to stand alone. I hoped she could see things more clearly when she had time to think about that evening. Candace was a good girl who was having a bad night.
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