Keeping Up With The Boys...

… is hard. But worth it.

A good college friend from St. Louis came up and stayed with me Thursday through Sunday.

Like a 6-year-old, I’ve been excited about this weekend for months. And like a 6-year-old, he has energy just short of bouncing off the walls and running around the house screaming. It is exhausting.

Ironically, even with that energy, he chose to sleep and scoffed at the idea of the gym while I snuck out for a 4-mile run one morning during his stay. Weird how that goes.

Anyway, other random college friends joined us over the course of the weekend to make sure he got his fill of good drinks and food.

Plus, we just really like excuses to go to places like Kuma’s Corner. It’s a heavy metal-themed bar that serves amazing 10-oz burgers on pretzel rolls.

I chose the "Black Oak Arkansas", which included red wine BBQ sauce, Bacon, Aged White Cheddar, and fried shallot rings.

Yes, 10 ounces. On pretzel rolls.

This was Friday afternoon- our version of carbing up and getting protein in before the long weekend officially began. 

Not surprisingly at all, it put us in food coma and helped us be well-rested by forcing us into afternoon slumber.

Sigh. It was great to see everyone again in our mini reunion, which basically turned into a grown up sleepover. You know those situations back in college where you wake up and have to step over people to get to the bathroom/kitchen/anywhere else in your apartment? They still happen, folks. They also still include Truth or Dare Jenga and staying up to see the sun rise. Because we all apparently thought we were 21 this weekend.

The latter was not the smartest move. It forced my Sunday to be spent mostly on the couch.

Big goals to accomplish yesterday. Really big goals.

Although it seems I may have underestimated the space needed.

I've definitely realized the awesomeness of my roommate's quesadilla maker. This one was just stuffed with black beans and cheese. And hot sauce. Naturally...

Anyway, rarely do I go that long without turning on the computer, but between the watching of all the sports, eating (I learned a good chunk of time out of a man’s day is focused on this), talking, bar hopping, dancing (poorly), recovery, etc., I didn’t feel like being productive.

And since I was mostly a waste of space on Sunday, today is a matter of getting back to normalcy once again. Which will require a sweat session at the gym that will surely not be pleasent. Along with a trip to the grocery store.

Because if there’s one thing of value I learned over the weekend?

Guy friends will eat you out of house and home if you’re not careful.

At around 3 or 4 in the morning, there was serious discussion of making a boxed sheet cake after the pizza came out of the oven.

What?

Yet the bundle of asparagus and bag of carrots hanging out in the refrigerator were left untouched.

Silly boys.

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