We had a fun weekend. On Saturday, we met up with some friends for a local dinner. We then made our way down the street to visit a townie bar in my city. Andy keeps calling me a townie to get a rise out of me. It was working. I don’t have a problem with living back in my hometown, I prefer it over where I was living before. I just have a certain definition of a townie in my mind, and I’m not it. I always picture a townie as someone who has never left their city/town, frequents the local bars, probably has a beer gut, possibly a mullet, drives an I-ROC, and always speaks highly of their “glory days” in high school. I only live here and I do hang out at the local bars at times. But it will be a cold day in hell I ever grow a mullet!
When we got to the other bar to watch the game, I immediately spotted 5 people I graduated with. I wasn’t popular, or unpopular in high school. I pretty much swam the waves of mediocrity, haha. So I don’t expect many people to remember me from high school, unless we were friends or acquaintances. So I was a bit surprised when someone remembered me. He and I chatted for a bit and it was good to catch up! Too bad the Celtics lost though.
On Sunday, I stopped by my parents house to wish my dad a happy birthday. I also owed my mom a ride in my new Jeep. So we went for a cruise around the block. Andy and I caught a late afternoon showing of Deadpool 2 but we got soaked by a passing rain storm on the way in, but the movie was hilarious! I definitely recommend it.