DISCLAIMER: Sometimes, I rather enjoy being an unconventional mom. Even when there are times, like last week, when it wears me the f*ck out. In fact, this post was to have been written last Friday, but I was too knackered to do it. So here 'tis now, though 'tis late.
20 Steps to Making Your Teens' Whole Week, Zoe-style:
1. Spring your 15-year-old, Desi, from his second day of 10th grade.
#SPvsATL Round 3: The Signing 3 PM Today! Which explains why you've brought their homemade tribute Scott Pilgrim tee-shirts. Flash a grin as they hurriedly pull them over their heads.
5. Enjoy smug satisfaction that you're second in line. Especially when you know it's gonna look like this by 3:
|Pic by Veronica Kai. And, yeah, it was that hot.|
7. Make this face.
8. Then send boys inside to annoy Criminal Records staff by taking pictures of them setting up...
...and by indulging their strange fascination with Pocky.
|Sigh. Yes, that's Dez's hand. Yes, he was so knocked out by GIANT Pocky that he had to offer said hand for purposes of scale.|
10. Listen to boys squeal like teenage girls when Ant hands us three of these:
|Except they didn't look like this, cuz those were for Boston, and we're in Atlanta. But three free advance screening passes!|
12. Try to keep your 15-year-old from hyperventilating when they actually MEET these guys in person:
|Oddly, Michael Cera is much less Cera-ey in person. Schwartzman, on the other hand, is just as Schwartzy as you'd imagine.|
|Gabriel lucked out into being one of only about 5 who got personalized autographs. Nice!|
14. Spend Wednesday recovering, and posting crappy cell-phone vids, such as the moment when director Edgar Wright (SHAUN OF THE DEAD, HOT FUZZ) entered stage right.
15. And when Scott Pilgrim himself, one Michael Cera, finally stumbled in.
16. Thursday, give 'em two pistol fingers of triumph when they return from school MUCH COOLER than when they went. Yanno, cuz they each got to take a friend to the Thursday nite advance screening.
17. Smile as you hear them, from two rows back in the theater, singing along to The Clash at Demonhead (a.k.a. the real life band, Metric, whose Scott Pilgrim tracks they'd downloaded weeks before).
18. Leave the theater with four boys and a hubs still thrilling after a movie that went something like this:
19. Promise to take them to see it again this weekend; grin as hubs frames this and puts it with all the other strange art on our living room wall.
20. Finally, know that, as one cool-ass mom, you KO'd the HELL outta the week :D