Paul and I stopped in for dinner at Fleming's at LA Live. It was a fantastic dinner of the finest beef, complemented by an excellent '05 Silver Oak Cab (alexander valley). I wish that Jeff and Keith could have joined us, but it was great to share a rare one on one brother in law moment.
We made our way over to the ball park, where Keith and Jeff were waiting for us. They had procured a few beers to welcome us, and the boy's night began. It was a close game, and there was quite a bit of shit talking among us. It is tough when all of your friends don't share the same team allegiance, but it was light hearted banter. Of course, the Dodgers went on to win the game 2-1, but no matter. This was simply one of those nights that it just felt good to be out with the dudes. After all, we did win 10-5 the night before. After the game, we spent some time in the Base Box club, putting down a few more Bud Lights and free cookies. I must say, never before have I left the stadium AFTER the rest of the fans.
I drove Paul back to his car, which was at his office. As I was driving home, I got a call from Paul. "Hey, are my keys in your car?" Sure enough they were, so I drove back to his office.
As I was driving home, several things occurred to me:
1. Boy's nights are a good thing.
2. Family is a good thing.
3. I really enjoy being a Dad, and the most important thing to me these days is watching my kids grow and learn. Helping Gabby shed her training wheels was the highlight of my
4. I am really lucky to have a wife (really more of a best friend) that balances me and makes me whole.
So I'm really glad I decided to tap this out before I go up to bed, but I'm tired now. Good night.