This Friday, the guys and I are going to see Flogging Molly. Most of me is very excited for this because I haven't been to a show with my buddies in years. My default (and expected) date for most of the shows that I have been to in the last couple of years has been my wife. I think the same can be said for my buddies. My wife decided last year (after getting a pounding headache) that she would no longer be my date for "rock" shows. This time around, my buddies are going with me.
I'm excited to hang out with my friends and do something that was a huge part of our lives when we were younger. Going to shows and concerts was a hobby of ours in our late teens through a good portion of our 20s. Then we grew up, got jobs, got married, and had kids (at least two of us did). Life changes a bit when responsibility sets in.
And that is where the apprehension sets in for Friday. One of the wives suggested that she would feel much safer if we stayed in a hotel on Friday night. I had actually thought about it and totally agreed that stumbling back to our hotel or taking a cab after midnight was a far better option than driving back home well after the witching hour. Again, exciting in some ways but nerve wracking in others.
I started on WW back in September. The wife and I have had some getaways and enjoyed ourselves while I have been on the the plan. However, it is much easier to restrain yourself when your partner in crime is also following the same plan you are. Even if both of us overindulge in one way or another, we both still know that we are accountable to that tracker in our phone and the scale. It seems to be a more daunting endeavor when you are hanging out with folks who aren't on the same page as you.
It's also more daunting because, quite frankly, our pastime throughout the years has been drinking beer. Lots of beer. I've severely cut back since I started WW, but I know that my compatriots can still put it away. I plan on having a couple of beers (or more) throughout the evening, but I really don't want to go overboard. For the most part, I've done a pretty good job restraining myself when we've hung out lately. Of course, that is when I have a wife and kids that I need to be accountable to when I go home. It's going to be a little different this time.
I'm not setting myself up for failure and I plan on making the best choices possible, but I am still nervous. I'll have to give a recap on Monday!
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