“The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.” ~Chuck Palahniuk
So, guess who I saw in a bar at three o’clock in the morning.
Really, GUESS.
I’m not sure which of us was more disturbed: My father, since his only daughter had an excellent schmoozing induced buzz going on or me, because not only was my father frequenting the same establishment as I but he was up at the ass crack of dawn the next morning to call and check on me. My 60-year-old father has more stamina than I do. I failed to inherit the stay up all night drinking, bounce out of bed in the morning, without a headache, genes. A shame.
I made sure to mention that several people saw the above picture and commented on how ‘kind’ and ‘happy’ he looks. We both agreed that while he does smile, he is more likely to put the fear of God into someone than cause spontaneous happiness. But he did say thank you. He may be a little scary (I did get those genes) but he does have manners.
On that note, my entire weekend was spent running into people I haven’t seen literally in a decade plus. People who walked up to me and told me how much I look like my mother or to exclaim ‘MY! How you’ve grown!’ But the real treat was running into the very first love of my life; my sixth grade boyfriend. Let’s just say, that my 11-year-old heart was torn to shreds when we ‘broke up’. I ended up spending the following four years. FOUR. Trying to win him back. My 24-year-old self is now thanking the Universe for that divine intervention. Let’s just say that some things never change.
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My boss, who is in his fifties, has more energy than me and the rest of the 20 somethings in our office. He runs 17 establishments, had a family including three daughters and somehow wakes up every day at five AM. I don’t understand it. Why can’t I have that?!
Your dad kicks ass.
Why am I not surprised by this?
Yes, your dad does exude a familiarity, a kindness, that I think might make him the kind of person that people like to talk to. Even when they don’t know him.
I would.
Your dad really does some kind of stamina. I did inherit the party gene, but on nights when I actually exploit it, I wake up wondering what the hell I was thinking (and I’m only 40).
I might die if I met my dad in a bar at 3 am. And that is a wonderful photo of him. What a smile!
I still haven’t recovered from that time when I saw my mom when I was out. If it had been my dad, everything would have been OK.
Your Dad is a very handsome fella.
Is it supposed to be disturbing when you see your Dad in a bar? Because, if it weren’t for bars I wouldn’t see mine at all.
Thanks for the post, I’m off to see my therapist.
My parents are partiers. No one knows how the hell I happened.
I hear older people don’t need as much sleep.
I’m still waiting for that.
What an absolutely splendid picture. Perhaps my relationship with my father would improve if I spent time in bars drinking with him.
My 6’7″ father is the biggest lightweight I have ever seen. One beer? DRUNK. Not even kidding. I imagine if I saw him at a bar, he wouldn’t remember it. Which would probably be a good thing.
Your dad? Appears to be super cool, by all accounts (photographic and anecdotal), which is not exactly surprising.
Dude, I spent four years madly in love and in heated pursuit of a boy I’d never even dated, so the fact that you actually went out with your obsession for a little while is pretty commendable in my opinion!
I frickin love that photo. He looks like he’s in a movie, playing a gruff-with-a-heart-of-gold detective type, investigating a crime somewhere…snowy.
Or something.
Just happened to find your blog while roaming around and thought I’d say hello!
I’ll just come out and say it. Your dad is kind of a hottie (In a very distinguished “hottie” way, of course.)
And?
My mother in law can KICK MY REAR at productive.
It just isn’t fair…
Oh, my Lordy, I cannot BELIEVE you saw your father at the bar! At 3am! I would diiiiieee…
Yeah, seriously. Your dad rules. Because my dad would totally be passed out by 3am. Or rather, just waking up, because the man does not sleep. Who am I kidding? I am always passed out by 1am. Or 11pm.
(I love that picture.)
Your dad is my new hero. The last time I was in a bar with my dad…well, put it this way, there’s NO WAY ON EARTH that it would a) have been possible for me to take a clear picture b) or in any way a good idea. Nor would it have resulted in that sort of a shot. Yeah for both of you!
For the record, the photo was taken while he was outside shoveling a few days before I saw him at the bar. But thank you for the compliments!
That’s such a great picture of him.
Oh! He does look so kind and happy. I’d be honored to enjoy a beer with him.
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