Boy's Night Out

A couple of years ago I made a very difficult decision.....stopped playing golf.   I'm really surprised that I was able to do this since I loved the game and really enjoyed the company of my playing partners. What made be quit?  In plain English my game began to suck and I was no longer having fun playing. I felt like I was a drag on my playing partner, but most of all my ego got in the way and remembering that a few years prior I actually had a decent game.  My Myrtle Beach playing partner took my place and the foursome was again complete.  Saturday mornings, our day to play, was not the same for me and it took quite awhile to get used to.  For a while I would join the group for the usual before golf breakfast and occasionally joined them for beers after their round finished.  These eventually went away and contact with the foursome became  extremely sporadic.

Fortunately spending some time with my friends and my son, who was a member of the foursome, did not totally go away.  On occasion we've gotten together for a few "Boy's Night Outs". The other night was one of them and proved interesting since we met at a new location, a bar of course, Johnny B's in Waterbury.  Typical small local bar with pool tables, a dozen flat screens, bar maids, and a real variety of customers....need I say more?  Big surprise came with the comprehensive menu supported by a chef/cook who I could tell was trying to do the menu justice.  Did not always succeed, but I gave him an "A" for effort.  Beer was, as usual cold and tasty (you never go wrong with Yuengling).

Our group has been together now for over thirty years, and believe it or not, we still like each other.  It was fun to spend the evening remembering so many of the experiences that over thirty years create.

The only thing that spoiled the evening was the look my wife gave me when I entered the house after our get together.  She looked at me, looked at the clock, and made some remark that made me realize how old I am getting. My son and I drove to Waterbury around 6:00 o'clock, ate dinner, drank a goodly share of beer, and walked in the house before the clock even struck nine.  Wow, even the girls stay out longer than that. What added to the feeling of advancing age,was remembering some of the conversations we had while drinking our beers.......we were discussing all the brown liver spots on our aging bodies.