The next time they texted to see if C could come over we were half way up Mount Washington. "Sorry, C can't come over, we're hiking Tuckerman's Ravine. Unusually good cell phone reception up here…"
Last Saturday Jack's mom texted again.
"Sorry, C can't come over because he's in nose-bleed seats with me at Boston Garden listening to the Dalai Lama, you know, the spiritual leader of Tibetan Buddhism?"
Next time they reach out to us and we're doing something utterly bizarre, I think I'll just say that C's washing his hair.