Some people are into Friday night lights. I'm in a Friday night rut. I'm totally okay with it though. Because I'm old, have 4 kids and can't stay up past 10pm on any given night. So by the time the weekend comes, I'm completely exhausted and don't want to do anything. And there's no where else I want to be more than on the couch with a belly full of pizza with a glass of red wine in my pajamas watching a movie with the family. Notice I said family movie and not family game night, which is the polar opposite of relaxing. So why in the world would I go to a bar at 9pm on a Friday?
Mama Beast, my roller derby wife. I met my Mama on recruit day, both of us awkward introverts, we bonded over our pathetic orange wheeled rental skates. The fact that we got assigned to opposing teams didn't matter. When I moved to Morocco for a couple years she stayed true to me. Ok, upon my return she copped to having a mistress. But, I'm ok with that, as long as they weren't making any long term plans together or anything. Sure, go have your fun. In the words of Nina Simone...
|Built to Spill|
|Wait does he look like...?|
|See, he does doesn't he?|
|Mama, me and a PBR|