Sadje, of Sunday Poser fame has asked us to write about one of our best Mother’s Day memories. Below is one of my most memorable Mother’s Days.

The year was 1984, or so. I was in my mid-20s and working as a waitress. I worked a Sunday Brunch that Mother’s Day and had made a ridiculous amount of money. So, to celebrate the day and my mom, I took her out to Chi Chi’s Mexican restaurant for golden margaritas and nachos.

Chi Chi’s golden margaritas were made with Gran Marnier rather than triple sec and a top-shelf tequila, Cuervo Gold, I think. They were, well, nothing short of amazeballs.

We had a wonderful time laughing, drinking, eating, and acting silly. After about three margaritas each, we were both pretty well toasted — especially Mom — but I was still okay to drive. Back then DUIs were basically unheard of; nobody worried about them.

When we got back to Mom’s place, a relative (let’s call her Donna) stopped by with her family to say hello. Mom and Donna shared a love-hate relationship, but managed to hold it together for the most part. That, coupled with Mom’s decent buzz from our Golden Margarita afternoon, caused the visit to rapidly deteriorate.

My brother and I were out on the balcony having a smoke and shooting the breeze. Within ten minutes Donna’s kids were yelling for us to ‘come help’ and the youngest one was crying. We rushed in to find Donna pinned against the wall with Mom’s hand around her throat. You could see the blood pulsing through one of the veins in Mom’s neck as she mumbled something of an obviously serious nature to at Donna.

My brother separated the two, and Donna & company gathered up their stuff and left.

After things calmed down, Mom sat down at the kitchen table, lit a cigarette, and said, “Damn, that felt good. I’d been wanting to do that for the longest time.”

Susan Marie Shuman
My mom in 1990, Boulder, CO

 

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