Growing Up

On Friday night, I went to a happy hour with co-workers at a local bar for the first time in a few years. After an hour or so I ran into 2 guys I went to high school with. After some conversation, the one guy said, "look around - see all these guidos - that's why my girlfriend won't move to Long Island. I'm so past this happy hour stuff and just want to hang out at my house and get a few beers. My friends don't understand what it's like to have a mortgage and responsibility and just want to hang out at home." Then reality really struck - I am SO OVER happy hours. Granted, it was nice to be out and in adult conversation other than work, but all I could think about is "what are John and the kids doing?" "Did Skylar get her medicine?" "Did Kaitlyn eat all her dinner?"

I'd like to forego the mortgage responsibility, but other than that, life is just perfect. I mean, look at this face who is ecstatic at the thought of you splashing her with water!