Social Decline....

.... for the past six weeks, there has been very little activity in the Eagle Glen Social Club.... instead of the guys dropping by en masse at the appointed hour on a Wednesday, they have trickled in one at a time throughout the week... begging off shooting pool and cracking a beer.. or just calling in to touch base... this Winter has seen the club members ride the scary Rollercoaster of Life with lots of white knuckles and quite a few smiles... but the result is still the same... Wednesdays have become sleepy evenings here at the casa..

... the reasons for the change are quite diverse... overwork, sickness, extra responsibilities... even falling in love... hey, it's good to see my buds having their ups and downs....

... but last night though, the club was reopened... that's right... the Guy in the Witness Protection Plan showed up with his family in tow and graced us for a few hours... my pool shooting has certainly gone downhill, people... he AND his son wiped the table with my sorry self... it was bad...

.... Ahh... it's all good, I guess.... but I can see the writing on the wall... I've watched us over these past two years... how we have slowly changed every Wednesday... bit by bit... from fierce competition in the beginning.. to camaraderie.. to friendship... and then to casually dropping by just whenever... like Wednesday has expanded to include each day of the week... anytime, day or night....

... in a way, it is the end.... and soon I suppose the Social Club will be disbanded... after all, it was created to add structure to our fun.. and now, well, I guess you can't shoehorn friendship into an allocated slot of time... it is a constant thing... a continual thing... and it really doesn't matter if it is Wednesday night or not...

... but hey, it is kinda sad though... Hell, I was just about to get tee-shirts printed up and draw us up a charter...

by Eric on March 09, 2006 | Bullshit (3) | TrackBack (0) | Drinking
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End of an era, indeed. Proud to count mahsef among the privledged few that can say "I was there."

Bet they'll be back for the summertime. I'm putting my money on seasonal affective disorder, anyway. That and the fact that Cousin B has no chance at a love life ;>).....

Bullshitted by bitterman on March 9, 2006 11:25 AM

... I think you're probably right.... this Summer they'll be back...

Bullshitted by Eric on March 9, 2006 01:07 PM

You can probably blame bertha on losing your touch with the pool cue. Having too many mucles messes up the english you put on the cue ball..or is it scotch? I forget.

Bullshitted by GUYK on March 9, 2006 01:28 PM