Turned out to be a nice weekend 'round these parts. We held a party at the house on Sat for my daughter who turned 11, and my nephew who turned 2. Neighbors, friends, and bbq. Doesn't get much better than that.
Sunday was spent cleaning the house while mom slept in (Mothers Day present... better than a new Lexus!), and then over to the in-laws for dinner.
Along the travels were trips to the grocery store, Target, liquor store, beer store, etc. I ran into a guy I had known growing up, and was quite a good friend growing up. We had lost touch after an incident that involved poker of all things.
We're talking about 15 years of not seeing this guy. We had heard from friends and family how each other was doing, but we never spoke. Nor made an attempt to speak. Why?
Well, let's just say the poker game we last saw each other at was less than friendly. He was never much of a player, and doesn't play anymore today. But that last night ended in a very heated argument, and one of us ending up through a door.
The details are of no consequence, other than a stupid argument came between friends about something retarded in a hand of poker, which led to a complete separation of what was a pretty good friendship.
The pity of it was that the rest of the guys stopped getting together, and we all just floated our separate ways. This was a good group of guys. But two egos collide and the group suffers needlessly.
Now, we were all young back then. Today, I would like to think cooler heads prevail.
But back then a little testosterone and some bullshit during a poker game managed to take away 15 years of experiencing the lives, missing opportunities, and just having some good times, with guys you already knew and know.
We did however speak at the pizza place, and guess what happened. We talked about that night, and each said our apologies. We traded back and forth with experiences, careers, family, etc.
And now we are having a beer. Probably tonight, or this afternoon. Now, this is a goddamn boring story, and who the fuck cares, and I'm not really trying to make a point.
But I have thought long and hard this weekend about teaching my kids how to recognize that these things happen. But they're never worth missing out an entire lifetime of experience with people who help shape who you become.