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Another one of her students was famous surfer Rob Machado. "Back then, he wasn't a surfer. That was around the early '80s, when he was in middle school. He was a break dancer. He carried that cardboard with him everywhere. He'd put it down at the drop of a hat to dance. At a talent show, he did some skateboarding."

Since she's a teacher, I said, "I should stop calling you Lizz." I remembered seeing their last name on a wooden sign by their mailbox and called her "Mrs. Goldman" for the remainder of the party.

The Goldmans' daughter came over and introduced herself to me. I asked her if it was weird to party with her parents. She said, "My dad drinks Wild Turkey straight. He doesn't mind if I drink. He got me two kegs on my 16th birthday."

She told me about her husband and two kids, and I asked her what her husband did for a living. "He's a general." I said, "Wow! I've never met a general. Like Patton, huh?" She said, "Oh, no. I mean a general contractor."

I listened in as Mrs. Goldman explained her purchase of the Margarita machine for $99 at Walmart. I think of teachers as bringing cupcakes to parties, not cocktails...with Mötley Crüe and Scorpions tunes blaring from the stereo. When I was eating rolled tacos with her daughter, Lizz said she'd pack me food to take home -- now that -- with my name written in big letters on the container -- is what I'd expect when I party with teachers.

As I walked home, I glanced down to see if there was a key on a string around my neck.

Crash your party? Call 619-235-3000 x421 and leave an invitation for Josh Board.

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