Tradition

Sometimes tradition is a good thing.

Last Tuesday I took Tommy to the airport. His visit accomplished a few things.

First, it preserved two traditions that we have. It is a well known fact that Tommy always comes to visit me immediately after i start a new school year. Last year i picked him up from the airport during my second week of law school. I complained to him about my new experience with pain that only a well-trained wielder of the Socratic sword can inflict on someone. This year I told him that the shine of law school had worn off and now it was just work.

The other tradition is our habit of going on questionable dates together. In previous years we have gone to fancy Italian restaurants, where we ate $80 worth of food before Tommy asked me if i could spot him a couple bucks, and participated in a Valentine's day chocolate tasting, with other couples. This year I took him to Cafe Flora, my "go-to" restaurant for when I take girls on dates. And by girls i mean pretty much just my mom... or Tara, Jessi and Chelsea all at the same time.

I guess his visit also allowed him to pawn his sweaty shirt and undies off on me. So i guess you could argue his visit actually accomplished three things...

Sometimes traditions are good. Family Dinner, Mario Kart and Man Dates, just to name a few...