As I often do when I feel unusually boring (several times a day), I have a thought that I should just write about something that happened to me over the past several days. Well, here you go, folks.
I took Friday off of work for a couple of reasons. First, I had just finished up two things that each are not easy on their own – the preparation for our annual on-air auction, and the editing of a weekly show concerning our bi-annual (semi-annual? who knows. the bottom line is that they meet once every other year) state legislature. As I said, each is not easy, but I was fdoing both at the same time for the past few months. So I decided to take the day off. The plan was easy. The Boy was heading toward the end of school, The Girl’s school was closed for the day, and I would stay hmome with her. We walked The Boy to school, which is the first time we’ve ever done that. The day was beautiful. The Girl and I then had coffee (steamer for her) at the pretty cool local coffee place. We cruised to a local shopping center that houses a book store, pet store, and electronics store that I love to hate right now. We spent a couple of hours wandering around there before heading home to meet with Christy, who had taken the afternoon off.
I don’t even remember what we did in the afternoon all that much. But I did know we planned to go to this little cafe on Record Street to drink 2-for-1 glasses of wine at around 4:00. As we pulled in there, they were closed (some lengthy explanation that I’m not sure matters. What does matter is that we had to find a fix, and fast.). We cruised to a local college hangout whose name implies that it’s a Pub that serves Sub sandwiches. Pitchers began passing around (somehow we attracted some stragglers, luckily we knew them) the table. My brother, the only college student among us, arrived late, claiming to not know where this local college hangout was located. He promptly, as is his custom, bailed as soon as I bought him a soda.
At some point someone made mention of birthdays. I can’t quite remember what it was all about, but supposedly someone at the table with the passing around pitchers was turning 30. I started laughing. Like, what the hell kind of old man was at this place? Surely the 30-turning fool would be hanging out somewhere else, right? Nope, there he was, sitting right where I was supposed to be, drinking a few beers. Ridiculous. No wonder my boss didn’t give me too much shit when I asked for the day off. He knew something that I had blocked out of my mind for the past several months, in fact, ever since Christy officiall “turned old” according to the kids. I was turning 30 freaking years old. What a sap! Ahh well. I guess I can deal with it. It’s not like I’m 301/3 or anything. That would be Super-Ass™ Old.