Well, she told me she was going to a concert on the Esplanade, and I said fine because she's done that before.
What did she really do?
She went to Hempfest on the Common.
I am so proud.
At least she didn't get stoned. There were PoPo all over the place, she reported, with horses and they were busting everyone so her brilliant friends decided that maybe lighting up might be a dumb thing to do.
Now, I should be pissed. And I'm annoyed, believe me. But once again, she did EXACTLY what I have told her to do whenever she was stuck in a situation that she didn't know what to do. She called me, and told me where she was. "You're gonna be mad, but I didn't know where we were going. They told me we were going to a free concert on the Esplinade."
Of course, being me I already knew where she was. I looked up on Bostonist to see what bands were playing at this "rock festival" and instead found that Hempfest was taking place. So I wasn't surprised at all.
Plus, her "boyfriend" didn't tell his parents. Heh.
All I can say is that my mother's curse is working really really well. She cursed me to have a kid just like me. And I do. I would SO have gone to Hempfest when I was 16 if they had it. And I turned out semi-OK, right?
Laws sake, bless her heart! (I'm trying to learn how to be more southern in my talk.) Stumble It! JBlog Me