Ross (my almost 21 year old, who moved up to Seattle, WA about a year ago) and I met up in Portland a few months back to spend the weekend together.
We stayed up late talking. We ate good food. We went shopping to find him a new comforter and sheet set. We laughed. We drove out to Columbia City, telling stories as we drove by our old houses, his old schools, where I used to work and a park we used to go to. We went to the movies. We drank coffee. We got him a haircut. And we listened to a whole lot of music - which is something we always do.
Basically, its a never-ending competition when we're together to see who can impress the other the most with their superior taste in music as we take turns thumbing through the playlists on our iPhones. (I used to keep up pretty well in this competition, but as we have both gotten older, he seems to be in the lead more often than not.)
Ross's big score for the weekend was No Harm by Boxer Rebellion.
And while we were standing in line at Starbucks, Ross said, "I'm kind of embarrassed to admit this one, but I like a song by Bruno Mars." (though he said I was probably too prudish to appreciate it) to which I replied, "That's ok, I've been too embarrassed to tell you that one of my favorite songs is by Bruno Mars too."
No points given for Bruno Mars songs though.
And I guess the competition goes on even when we're not together because every now and then, we call or text each other with song titles too.
In fact, I got a call from Ross on Saturday night, telling me that he had found my new, favorite song and that I had to go listen to it immediately before calling him back.
And with that song, he's currently in the lead again.
Miss you (badly) Roscoe-T.