For Christmas I splurged and got him some Under Armour for those freezing days of feeding cattle. Or for those freezing nights when it the windchill is -2, like right now. He's so cute in his long, red underwear with the butt flap that I hated to upgrade, but he requested them, so I complied.
As I was heading back home, I passed a music store. And the thought occurred to me, what if?
What if I got him some drums?
I knew they cost a pretty penny, so I pulled in to do a quick price check, just a price check.
I was greeted by a ditzy college girl and asked how I may be helped. I mentioned I'd like to price some drums. She directed me to a dark room in the back where guitars hung from the ceiling and a couple of pierced, tattooed guys sat restringing guitars. I felt like Shirley Temple in a XXX store. Timidly, I stated what I'd like look at and began to feel even more out of place when Tattoo asked, "Are these for yourself?"
Tattoo showed me the best drum set for a beginner drummer and informed me of a lay-away plan. I eagerly signed up.
I got a catalog, dog-eared the page, and quickly left. When I got home, I laid the catalog in the box beneath the long-handles and wrapped it up nice. I could hardly restrain myself from telling Jason as soon as he got home, but it was still several days until Christmas.
We exchanged gifts a couple of days before Christmas, mostly due to my incessant nagging for my own present.
Jason was thrilled when he found the catalog
But both of our enthusiasm waned when I had to tell him that they wouldn't be paid for until March.
Jason was able to wait about 2 weeks before he went to the music store and paid the rest of the balance himself to get them sooner. So now, there are drums in my living room and earplugs in my ears. Jason has banged on them, watched DVD's, and has had two guys over to tune them and give him some quickie lessons. I've even sat at the piano and played a couple of songs with him.
The only problem is, I suck.
If you live next door to us, I apologize right now. But my little drummer man is in hog heaven.