You know it’s pretty bad when you and two of your friends are sprawled out in various parts of your living room on a Saturday evening at 7:00 and not one person flinches when a phone goes off.
It’s too far.
The movie you were watching is over and something stupid is definitely on the screen, but no one reaches for the remote.
It’s too far.
That, my friends, was my group of friends and I on Saturday night.
Clearly a rowdy bunch.
With a friend visiting from St. Louis, we made a big to do of going to spend the day along Lake Michigan. Playing in the sand. Pretending we were along the coast somewhere fancy. For an hour or two, we only made it as far as Castaways bar.
What? The view was too nice. And we had a table.
Everyone knows that, if you ever score a table in a crowded bar, you are obligated to stay put for at least an hour longer than what you would have.
It’s a rule.
To be truthful, when we did finally meander down to the beach and score a spot for our towels, this may have been the first time I actually played along the water’s edge before.
Momentous occasions. They come in all shapes and sizes.
All day we were there. Walking around. Sunning ourselves. Watching our guy friends play volleyball.
By 5:00 we were exhausted. And hungry.
But the hour of the train and walking in the sun are probably also what put us in the “not being able to move at 7:00 at night” situation.
Win some. Lose some.
And now, as we stare down an entire week with clouds and rain in the forecast EVERY SINGLE DAY, we’ll at least have a nice tan with good stories to compliment it.
And if that sun ever does begin to shine again, well, you know where I’ll be.
Until then, enjoy the rest of the weekend.