For the Fourth of July, I was invited to hang with the new guy in his neck of the woods.
He planned to take me on a tour of his house, show me the new camping trailer, entertain me with his pool table for a little while before heading out to get dinner and see fireworks.
Decent plan, eh?
Did I mention that the new guy keeps cider and water chilled in his truck just in case I get thirsty?
Yeah, he’s that fucking thoughtful.
He really pays attention to the details and it shows.
So there we are, sitting at his house watching comedy sketches in the living room when he gets a phone call from his sister.
And his son.
They’re all gathering for the Fourth of July to watch fireworks and can we join?
The new guy sort of left it up to me.
Would I like to meet his family?
The answer is of course, BUT NOT YET.
It’s an important thing, meeting the family, and I didn’t want to do it a disservice by meeting them before I know exactly where the new guy and I are headed.
Maybe it was a smart move.
Maybe it was a bad idea.
For sure it was a hard thing to do, to just get up and leave earlier than I had anticipated.
But it was the right thing to do.