Oh What a Night

My baby, (he hates that) graduated high school Thursday. He told me not to cry and I did anyways, he told me I wasn’t allowed to scream when his name was called, I did anyways. He told me once he would never grow up, but he did anyways.

My rebel child, wanted to do something different. I nixed the naked under the gown idea, even the boxers only didn’t fly with me. So he opted to personalize his outfit to more befit his personality. 10 points for anyone that recognizes the Logo he emblazoned his mortarboard with, 25 points if you’re over the age of 30 and recognize it.

It was a SUNNY HOT early evening, with many umbrellas shielding parents and friends. The students were looking uncomfortable in their caps and gowns and the poor dignitaries in their black gowns looked downright miserable.

Jade was beautiful as always smiling happily throughout. I forgot to ask Adam when he got home from practice earlier in the day, which side of the “stage” he would be sitting on. Ergo we ended up on the wrong side. But we did wind up just above where Jade was sitting, so it wasn’t a total loss. Not that Adam couldn’t see us, he could, but he wouldn’t acknowledge my frantically waving arms. We settled for communicating during the ceremony via text messaging (I’m so hip – NOT).

After the ceremony a few of Adam’s friends and their families joined us at Little Toni’s Italian restaurant in North Hollywood. Huge amounts of food and great company, what more could you ask for?

Now the grown-ups are all home ready to hit the hay and the newly graduated are off for a night of entertainment.

You can go to flick'r if you would like to see all the photos. You might even figure out the answer.