The wall clock says it is 1:30 in the morning. Instead of sleeping and resting my mind, or studying for my final exams, here I am still, in front of the computer. Nothing unusual about this, really. For over a decade now I have been guilty of perfecting a nocturnal habit. I can last for 48 hours with hardly a couple of hours slumber to my credit.
This is the first time though, that I
have stayed awake to wait for my younger
brother. My kid bro left at around 8:30 to watch a
Slapshock concert with some friends. Earlier today, he had given me
some hints about the show featuring this band. I, of course, having
sensed his intention to watch, was quick to douse on his plans. "Don't
you even think of going there." I hissed. In his most innocent tone he
quipped, "Didn't even cross my mind."
I knew he was in denial.
After dinner as I expected, he started pacing the room; casually telling me that the concert had probably begun. And after several statements, that could all be interpreted as "I wanna go to the concert, but I don't wanna be obvious!", he finally blurted it out and said "Can I go?"
And so to make the story short, he asked permission from our Mother, who told him to tell our Father who eventually gave in, after a litany of pleases and promises from my brother. Off to the concert my brother went. And at this ungodly hour, he still hasn't come home.
Give it an hour or so, and I bet a whole month's allowance that my father would be out in the city looking for him.
It is amazing how fast time flies. It wasn't so long ago when my brother's idea of fun was playing with his Lego or train sets for hours. Well, the Lego and the train sets have retired in favor of the family computer, which quickly took the back seat after we decided he was old enough to play PS2. And now, on his first unchaperoned concert, he has done what most kids do at one point in their young lives - become a curfew violator.
And woa, I barely finished typing that last paragraph and I already heard my Father start the car.
No doubt about it, as far as this family is concerned, my not so little brother in spite of his height and built, will always be a baby.
Mac and Me, ages ago
After dinner as I expected, he started pacing the room; casually telling me that the concert had probably begun. And after several statements, that could all be interpreted as "I wanna go to the concert, but I don't wanna be obvious!", he finally blurted it out and said "Can I go?"
And so to make the story short, he asked permission from our Mother, who told him to tell our Father who eventually gave in, after a litany of pleases and promises from my brother. Off to the concert my brother went. And at this ungodly hour, he still hasn't come home.
Give it an hour or so, and I bet a whole month's allowance that my father would be out in the city looking for him.
It is amazing how fast time flies. It wasn't so long ago when my brother's idea of fun was playing with his Lego or train sets for hours. Well, the Lego and the train sets have retired in favor of the family computer, which quickly took the back seat after we decided he was old enough to play PS2. And now, on his first unchaperoned concert, he has done what most kids do at one point in their young lives - become a curfew violator.
And woa, I barely finished typing that last paragraph and I already heard my Father start the car.
No doubt about it, as far as this family is concerned, my not so little brother in spite of his height and built, will always be a baby.
Mac and Me, ages ago