Our oldest came home from college over the weekend for a number of reasons, one of which was to celebrate his 20th birthday at Benihana. Since he had also scheduled an orthodontist appointment for Monday, G figured he could stay until Tuesday to vote. Doo and I congratulated ourselves on raising such a mature and responsible heir. Plus, we now had an excuse to see a hibachi chef chuck shrimp tails into his hat. Win-win!
Turns out G really couldn’t miss class, and because trying to find an hour to vote from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. on a non-holiday Tuesday is nearly impossible for teachers/people who work (and utterly ridiculous if you’re asking me, which you kind of are since you’re reading this!), G and I decided we should cast our ballots early.
We started at one of the libraries, where the end of the line snaked through the DVD section. When I jokingly asked a volunteer if “Pretty Woman” was the three-hour mark, she replied in all seriousness, “Probably. Might be four.” We left.
Not to be deterred, we drove to another early-voting site, which thankfully had a much shorter wait of only 95 minutes. In the end, I spent almost three hours essentially trapped with my very talkative son who acted like we hadn’t spoken since our last election adventure in 2016. Stephen King, politics, Netflix shows, accounting gibberish, fantasy every-sport — I was utterly exhausted by the time I finally voted.
But I made memories with my child, and when I add to those the impressive display of knife-flipping at dinner, it was truly a wonderful birthday celebration.