If you live in the same place for an extended period of time, the monotony of the daily grind can wear you down. Sure, there’s “no place like home,” but after a while of spending week after week in the same place, life feels too regimented and stale. With that in mind, I decided to do what anyone else would do, so I took the show on the road and partied like it was 1999.
The trip had been in the works for a few months: me and a bunch of other guys went to play a beer league hockey tournament in a neighboring city. Nothing like beer, sports and a new place to freshen up your perspective. We played teams from Michigan and Canada so you can imagine how it went, but the experience was well worth the shellacking.
It also gave me and the Mrs. some time to explore and enjoy a new city. After doing some research, we settled on checking out some hole-in-the-wall bars to hang out with the locals as well as their college bars. One of my favorite hobbies is to drunkenly befriend people and learn about them. Part of the majesty of drinking is that it facilitates conversation and actions that might not take place otherwise. Some of the best ideas ever came from over-serving oneself with some of the devil’s drink. Just look how the Boston Tea Party turned out. Just some regular guys that got a notion after a few rounds at the ale house.
On this particular occasion, we befriended a middle-aged divorced dad clad in tattoos from top to bottom. A working class guy with a heavy Yinzer accent, he told us about his life, his family, places to check out – a real friendly guy. After trading rounds to get acquainted, it was nice to have a sympathetic local give us the rundown of the area. We apparently picked the right guy, too, because after that the whole bar wanted to engage in conversation.
Following a few hours of slugging down brews, we shared a friendly hug goodbye, and we were on our way to check out more of the local scenery. I was pretty drunk by this point so the unseasonably cold weather was merely an inconvenience. The next day we checked out downtown, went to a museum, had some brunch and headed out. Brunch isn’t a thing where I live, so it was nice to experience something the rest of the world takes for granted.
Even though my home gets boring sometimes, I have to remember that other people miss it after they move on. When you live in your college town, people get nostalgic for the good times: before loans and bills, you lived in a house with 20+ of your best friends and there was always something to do. My buddy Ben gave me a call one day, asking what I was doing that weekend. I had no plans so he told me, “Alright, I’ll be coming in tomorrow, I need to see a friendly face.”
I guess some girl gave him the runaround, which is a shame. He’s a smart, good looking guy, but she wasn’t ready to commit (not that he even asked, the dude is casual as fuck). We’ve all been there. At least she didn’t do the ghosting thing, whatever that is. Ben wasn’t feeling sorry for himself; he just needed to get out of town and visit a familiar place to get back in the game.
Over the course of the weekend, we went out to the bar with a bunch of people, came back to more beer, drank a case together and caught up. It’s nice when you have friends that even when separated by distance, you can pick up right where you left off like nothing happened. After we said our goodbyes, about six hours later, I received a text, “Thanks, man that was exactly what I needed.”.
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