Flying Solo

The wife and kids are gone for the next couple of days. On the inside I vow to work late and hit the bar for some serious socializing. To be a man's man. To watch sports, play pool, and slap waitresses on the ass when they walk by.  To say things like, "Hey chickadee and what's it to ya."

Of course, I always end up going home and watching TV by myself instead. No matter how much I think I'm the second coming of the world's most interesting man, I know I'll end up passing on the Dos Equis for whatever's on tap. Not a lot of intrigue here. My 5 o'clock shadow doesn't adhere to daylight savings time. And I do have a feminine side, but I'm afraid to show it.

So here's to being a normal middle-aged dad. A hero in my own mind. Don Quixote's long lost cousin. The dude that's only on day 8 of P90X.