At 33 years old I’ve had my fair share of “wild” Friday nights. I’ve spent plenty of time at my local watering hole. I’ve don’t the dinner and movie thing countless time. In a little town in a little state there isn’t a plethora of things to do. Lots of people hit up the bars. Plenty of people have their fair share of cocktails while they play wii bowling (for the record, I used to do that a lot. A LOT) You also have the option of staying home and being a good husband and father. During the winter I do that a lot.
Tonight I was afforded the opportunity to do something different. Go to a gym with just 1 buddy. An entire gym floor to just him and I. No wives, no kids, no work, and no outside interference. 2 guys, 2 basketballs, and good company. I love my wife. I also love all my children. As much as I love them, it’s nice to “get away” if only for an hour or two. Given my history, I rarely do this.
For the record, I’m a horrible basketball player. Most of the shots I took tonight were followed by a subtle mock and a quiet laugh. But for two hours we just shot baskets and talked life. Talked about family, wives, kids, parents, ball, work, the future, and much more. It’s funny what you appreciate the older you get. At the ripe old age of 33, I appreciate nights like tonight. I appreciate a good friend and his or her company. The companionship of a friend is hard to beat.
After years of making silly mistakes, I’m happy to say that the mistake I made tonight was minor. I realized that although the company I had was great, company can’t help me from hurting physically. A little sore after shooting the ball around. Problem is, I feel like I flapped my jaw around more than I shot the ball.
And after that I sit with kids, popcorn and the “Night time show”. Makes me wonder why I visited my local watering hole in the first place. Pretty great night that literally cost me no $ at all. The older I get the more I appreciate the small things in life. Those “small” things can turn out pretty big though