Nursing drinks at One Mo Cup
It’s been so long since I’ve hung out with the Chad, Jim and Kevin. Man how time flies and man how I’ve missed seeing these fellas—friends from long before the ol’ bloggin world.
They seem to have left a few of their bad habits behind and replaced them with new, healthier ones. Among them, gardening (identifying plants as we walked around town), and eating better (though I made sure they stopped that immediately.)
It was hard not to marvel at Jim and Chad’s hair, now so long. What Kevin had trimmed off they brought to me in a ziploc bag. (Long story, involved a bet that he wouldn’t trim his beard until I’d come visit.)
When they’re around, it’s important to have pen and paper handy—lots of whacky ideas need recorded. We broke out of our usual anthropophobic selves and caught a movie, rented more, played with gadgets, traded music, and laughed. A lot.
They’ve an uncanny ability to scour my place and instantly find the things I wished I’d hidden. This led to a discussion for some great ideas on making guests feel really embarrassed if they open a medicine cabinet.
One extra bonus of having them over is they wake up stupid early and tidy the place from the previous night. Yesterday though, as they finished the dishes, knocking lightly on my bedroom door, it was time for them to continue on their trip and time to say so long.