So my 16 y.o. daughter, young Galadriel Tanqueray Onassis, was invited to join her boyfriend Jimmy's family on their vacation.
They're flying out to Vegas tonight for the weekend. Then they are renting a car and driving to L.A. for the rest of the week. Where, among other things, they are going to Disneyland!
[When she was 5, I tried to convince her that the Midland Carnival that came to the Richmond Mushroom Festival was "Disneyland". Told her that was "Mickey" we saw scurrying under the Cotton Candy cart. She didn't fucking believe me. Me! Her own father! So young to be so cynical. Sad.]
Jimmy's family is paying for the trip, but her mother and I loaded her up with several hundred dollars of spending money so she wouldn't be a complete mooch.
GTO just texted me, and I quote:
"So, I was just thinking, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna spend all my money on cocaine and prostitutes. Sound okay with you?"
"Only one of those things is legal in Vegas. Be safe! Use protection!"
They grow up so fast! I'm all verklempt here!