On Wednesday night I got together with my long time friends from high school. It was the first time in about three years that MIKE, JAMES and I hooked up and hung out.
I really enjoyed the evening. It started off well with me beating JAMES in a game of NHL ’06. We played a few more games but the outcome isn’t important. I won the first game and that’s all I remember.
After MIKE arrived we headed out to SHARKS CLUB for dinner. The food was okay (I’ve had better chicken wings), the waitress was horrible and the bill almost gave me a heart attack - $63.00 for nachos, chicken wings and chicken strips with fries! It was highway robbery tell you.
The best part of the evening was when we headed to the local high school to shoot some hoops. We talked about old times - the good old days, back when we were teenagers and not tax paying citizens.
It was nice to reminisce, to poke fun at each other (me being on the receiving end most of the time) and just hanging out.
My mom asked me the next day what we did and I told her nothing. Which is true to an extent, but I’m sure when I’m an old man who can’t remember where he left his teeth I think back to that night, as the night I was in good company.
I really enjoyed the evening. It started off well with me beating JAMES in a game of NHL ’06. We played a few more games but the outcome isn’t important. I won the first game and that’s all I remember.
After MIKE arrived we headed out to SHARKS CLUB for dinner. The food was okay (I’ve had better chicken wings), the waitress was horrible and the bill almost gave me a heart attack - $63.00 for nachos, chicken wings and chicken strips with fries! It was highway robbery tell you.
The best part of the evening was when we headed to the local high school to shoot some hoops. We talked about old times - the good old days, back when we were teenagers and not tax paying citizens.
It was nice to reminisce, to poke fun at each other (me being on the receiving end most of the time) and just hanging out.
My mom asked me the next day what we did and I told her nothing. Which is true to an extent, but I’m sure when I’m an old man who can’t remember where he left his teeth I think back to that night, as the night I was in good company.
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