I’m home. My hometown. The town i grew up in and like many, have weird feelings about. Tonight my sister & i went to surprise my dad at the bar he works the door at tonight. Every holiday i come home to visit and every holiday he invites me to this bar. Or a bar. Any bar. Look- some bars are great and a fun place to catch up in: cool brick walls, music that makes you feel you are in the right place, yadda yadda. A vibe worth digging. Not these bars. A trivia night where the “DJ” in charge is scream-talking lame cinema references into the mic with a menthol cigg hanging out of his mouth while the patrons wear their favorite sports team logos anywhere they can and the neon BUD LIGHT sign glows the reminder that most of these people will never leave this town type of bar. That was a run on sentence and i dont care. Anyways, so point being- i usually smile through gritted teeth at the places my dad wants to “bond” & “catch up” with me at when I’m home. It’s always brought up. “Scott, she doesnt wanna go”…”No no it’s fine. I’ll go.”
This year he didn’t ask me to go. He knew it wasn’t my favorite thing. He gave up. It’s my fifth day at home, and he had work, so my sister and i swung by to visit and HIS FACE WAS ADORABLE. He couldn’t stop smiling. It was a small “dad” smile, but it was a smile and i saw it and i loved it.
Oh and the drinks were $2.