adventures with the mayor

So I've spent approximately ten hours at the golf course this weekend for the 36-hour putt-a-thon to make money for the golf team they're starting at school (note: other students and faculty put in a LOT more time than I did...). It was actually a lot of fun, I mean, I got to hang out with a bunch of the kids and other faculty, and there was food. Good times. Plus they raised a lot of money. There was a lot happening at the golf course, a big golf outing and such...so there were a lot of people around. They also had a big ceremony yesterdayto rename the golf course after the late mayor.

This meant that the actual mayor also showed up, causing quite a stir amongst the 9th grade girls ("The mayor is here!!"). We were hanging out under our tent next to the putting green, selling pop and snacks to whomever was willing to give us a donation. By "we" I mean myself, three of the ninth grade girls, and Emily (the Spanish teacher), which means that our average age appeared to be 18. Despite this fact, the mayor came over to us and asked us if we had something that he was supposed to read for the ceremony. I think that our blank looks answered his question...I hope he realized that it was a little silly to ask us that...other than the tent and the sign proclaiming what school we were from, did we really LOOK like we were in charge?

I joked that he was really coming over because he wanted to talk to me and one of the girls thought I was serious! Then I asked if he was married and none of them knew, so I looked over at him and was like,
"Oh, his hands are in his pockets."
9th grade girl: "What does that mean!?!?!?"
me: "It means I can't tell if he's wearing a wedding ring or not."

Following that, he came over and used the top of the garbage can as a table to write something (his speech?? I hope not...), putting his back to us. I dared Emily to grab his butt, and without missing a beat she turned and walked towards him and picked up the folding chair that was also leaning against the garbage can, successfully grazing his hip with her hand in the process. Awesome.

Raise your hand if it's Sunday evening and you don't know what you're teaching this coming week...hmmm...