Monday, November 22, 2004
And now, some musings...
I could not have expected, nor did I deserve, this past weekend. 30. No longer in my twenties. 30. What does 30 bring? I have been a son, brother, grandson, nephew. I am now a husband and a father. My credit score is good enough for me to "own" two cars and a home. I have a steady job in a respectable corporation. My bills get paid. I belong to a community. Now pretend none of the previous statements were relevant. 30 doesn't feel any different from 20. At least not judging it by the way this past weekend was spent. I guess the only way to know that I'm actually growing older is to watch the people around me. Man, they're old! I remember when I use to think 40 was old. Now that's it's only 10 years down the road, and those years seem to go by at an ever increasing rate of speed, 40 ain't old! I'll be there before I know it.
As is usual, I had no idea what was going on. Apparently I live my life in an oblivious stupor, stumbling along until someone else points out the obvious. My plan on Friday was to go to the Black Bear Tavern for a few drinks after work and then head on to the south side for a quiet evening at home. Two friends were nice enough to bring my wife up to the tavern so that we wouldn't have 2 cars that we would have to figure out how to get back home. As I sat there in light conversation, Two more friends arrived. Not unusual considering they worked right down the street from the tavern. As I was engaged in conversation with the 2 newcomers, conveniently having turned so that my back was to the door, I failed to notice 2 more partygoers enter. Failed to notice that is, until slapped on the back in greeting. Startled, due to what I thought was a physical attack from an unknown bar patron, all I could think was "I've been pretty low key so far, can't imagine I've pissed anyone off to the extent of a physical confrontation". But no! It was 2 more friends. This time from out of town. And to have traveled into downtown Atlanta in the middle of Friday evening rush hour makes them crazier that I had originally thought. (coincidental that all parties arrived in pairs?)
After a nice time of brew and appetizers and a few darts (the first game I won, every other game was a complete disappointment) it was announced that the next destination was The Cheetah.
Hooray boobies!
The portion of this rambling related to the Cheetah has been edited for appropriateness. I'll have to get a new section that is age restricted for the crass ramblings that are bound to happen.
Now it's time to go home. And nothing tops off a good night out like a sackful of Krystal burgers. So there's 4 of us standing around the bar at the house chowing down on those delicious little squares, not talking, just eating. And then off to bed. I thought it was a pretty good night! As I stated earlier, more than I expected as well as deserved. But in the interest of short reading (too late) I'll continue the weekend in another post.
¶ 7:28 AM
As is usual, I had no idea what was going on. Apparently I live my life in an oblivious stupor, stumbling along until someone else points out the obvious. My plan on Friday was to go to the Black Bear Tavern for a few drinks after work and then head on to the south side for a quiet evening at home. Two friends were nice enough to bring my wife up to the tavern so that we wouldn't have 2 cars that we would have to figure out how to get back home. As I sat there in light conversation, Two more friends arrived. Not unusual considering they worked right down the street from the tavern. As I was engaged in conversation with the 2 newcomers, conveniently having turned so that my back was to the door, I failed to notice 2 more partygoers enter. Failed to notice that is, until slapped on the back in greeting. Startled, due to what I thought was a physical attack from an unknown bar patron, all I could think was "I've been pretty low key so far, can't imagine I've pissed anyone off to the extent of a physical confrontation". But no! It was 2 more friends. This time from out of town. And to have traveled into downtown Atlanta in the middle of Friday evening rush hour makes them crazier that I had originally thought. (coincidental that all parties arrived in pairs?)
After a nice time of brew and appetizers and a few darts (the first game I won, every other game was a complete disappointment) it was announced that the next destination was The Cheetah.
Hooray boobies!
The portion of this rambling related to the Cheetah has been edited for appropriateness. I'll have to get a new section that is age restricted for the crass ramblings that are bound to happen.
Now it's time to go home. And nothing tops off a good night out like a sackful of Krystal burgers. So there's 4 of us standing around the bar at the house chowing down on those delicious little squares, not talking, just eating. And then off to bed. I thought it was a pretty good night! As I stated earlier, more than I expected as well as deserved. But in the interest of short reading (too late) I'll continue the weekend in another post.
¶ 7:28 AM
