I affectionately refer to my dad as a Groovy Old Man. He's not actually that old, just barely retirement age. But I think it's the lack of hair on the top of his head, the salt and pepper color of the hair he does have on the rest of his head, his awesome mustache and bushy eyebrows, and the way his face scrunches up delightfully whenever he smiles and laughs. The fact that he drives a black Corvette, is currently restoring a 70's El Camino, and plays the bass guitar help too.
I got to see him yesterday for lunch. For those of you who don't know, my dad lives on the east side of the state while I reside on the west. Normally it's a 2.5 hour drive, but when you fly it only takes about 30 minutes. That's one of the benefits of Dad having been a pilot for thirty some odd years. Since I first moved to GR for college back in 2000, whenever he has a trip out here he calls me up and we have lunch.
Over breakfast at IHOP he asked me how things are going and I said that I was doing alright. That actually, I was enjoying my time off right now. He said he couldn't do that, that he had to always be working. He said it's a guy thing.
I'm not so sure if that's true. I've known an awful lot of guys in my life who were more than happy to not be doing anything with themselves. Some of those guys, I am sure, still list their priorities as follows:
1. Bandwidth
2. Newest games
3. Cigarettes
4. Booze
5. Computer hardware
6. Game accessories
7. Food
8. Girls
More often than not these priorities were funded by donations to our local plasma bank than by any kind of job. Maybe it's a generational thing more than it's a guy thing?
Either way, this girl wants a job and I don't plan on it being full time at the blood bank.
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