For the third year in a row 3 of my best pals and their wives got together for a night of debauchery,dancing and non-stop laughter.
Sort of the Bill Chill redux with jokes.
It's a chance for all four of us, who've known each other since we were 18, to get together and see how badly we're aging!
Funny our wives look great-but dam we're getting old.
Just kidding.
Actually it is always fun to hang out and talk about the old days when we were all intro-ing songs and trying to make a living.
In the three years since we started this tradition we're definitely slowing down. The first couple of years no one could remember much about the night before, cept the fire, skinning dipping, house-dancing and some inadvertent french-kissing.
This year there was no fire, no skinny-dipping and I only frenched my own wife. Although I did receive a very nice neck rub from one of my friends wives.
In the end we go our separate ways and in the blink of an eye a year goes by and we'll do it all again.
That's really the most bizarre thing about this get together, not only seeing one another getting older, but also how quickly that 12 months evaporates.
Next year the first of our group will turn 50!
Soon this party will start at noon and dinner will be served at 4:30 and then we'll watch the news and go to bed.
I'm betting it'll still be filled with laughter.
Category: HumbleStuff
