Random Esquire

Boss and I got home on Friday night and spent our Saturday cleaning up and loving on Little Filthy who was so sleepy from play-care and boarding that he could barely keep his eyes open.

So! My parents have been married 36 years now. For their anniversary, I bought them a pair of tickets to see Diana Ross on Saturday night. They were very excited. That is, they were until sometime in the afternoon when my mother decided she was angry at my father and not going to the concert. My father called me and suggested I sell the tickets or that Boss and I go. I looked over at Boss on the couch, who was snuggled in, watching a movie with Little Filthy. Seeing Diana Ross did not appear to be high on her list as she’d been doing vacation-laundry all day long and was exhausted. I sighed and said, “There’s no reason for you not to go, Dad…I’ll go with you.”

So my father drove downtown and he and I went to see Diana Ross. The “I love you” tour. Complete with all love songs. Like…’Touch Me In the Morning’. Or ‘Baby Love’. Yes. With my father. My father and me. At the Diana Ross concert.

We were sitting next to four sisters who were obviously very excited to be seeing Diana Ross and so, at one point, when they all jumped up to dance, the one next to me reached down, grabbed my arm and pulled me up. So I danced. And my father stood up and he danced. He had a smile so big that my cheeks hurt just looking at it.

Just another Saturday night for the Random household.