Had a graduation party for Rachael this past weekend and I was planning on writing a little bit about it, but I decided I won’t. The biggest reason is that it’s a lot more interesting to me to write about having a bad time than having a good time. I think it makes it a lot more interesting to read about it too. Maybe it's my nature or more likely, my lack of writing ability. Probably it's both.
I had a great time, and I would love to say more than that. It's just harder for me to convey those types of experiences in a way that isn't cloying. But nobody got hurt, no fights, nothing. Even the weather was good.
I could have written (once again) about how proud I was of my kids and how it was great to spend time with everyone. But I think I’ve pretty much beaten that horse to death... for now. I could have talked about meeting several of Rachael’s friends, some for the first time, and how much fun it was to see them having a good time together and what nice people they are. But then what? It wasn’t like a fight broke out at Wiffle ball or Frisbee or something.
Maybe it would have been better if I had actually used the faulty grill for the cookout. That way, if it had fallen off the post when I went to flip a burger, I could have written about the fireball or burning down Look Park or something interesting like that.
Or maybe someone, most likely Jake, could have gotten into a fight with one of the thousands that had decided to use our site as a shortcut to somewhere else. I’m not quite sure that would have been worth it though. Maybe. Maybe not.
Yup, I could have written about any of that stuff, but for now at least, I won’t even bother. Maybe I’ll write about it some other time. Maybe.
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