I can no longer fight it. As much as my ratchet “inner self” begs and pleads with my current adult form to “show them how we used to do it in Cleveland”, I. Just. Can’t. At least not the way I used to. And that presents a problem, at least in my mind anyway. If you know me, and a lot of you do, then you know how I get DOWN. I mean, I’m MR. H! I never met a party I couldn’t end, a lyric I couldn’t recite, and a drink I couldn’t finish. But lately, it hasn’t been like that. Not even close really. I crossed over… I hit 30. Maybe that doesn’t sound like a big deal to you, but let me assure you that it is.
This past Saturday after a fun filled day of drinking cocktails and taking pictures; my freshdemeanor brothers, along with our wives, decided to get dressed and have a nice dinner, which we did. As we concluded, the question that always comes up came up: “where we heading now?” And really, it’s a relevant question. I mean, 11:15 on a Saturday night and 8 very attractive adults dressed to the tee. That night HAS TO have something great in store for us, right? WRONG!!! VERY WRONG…
The table took a vote. 8-0 in favor of going home and going to sleep, and I was the loudest voice. See, at 22 I had no bodily need for sleep. At 30, I’m thinking about the fact that we gotta wake up early to worship God on Sunday and that’s not happening if we dont go to sleep til 3. I never thought I would or could get to this point. In a way though, I guess that IS THE POINT. I’m grown. I live a real life with real responsibilities. And I’m comfortable with that.
Just My Thoughts,
Mr. H
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