01 September 2012

15 years ago my Dad taught me an exit strategy

In this photo I was 19 and my dad was 41.

We (I wonder what my mom and brother were doing that day?) went to a family reunion / 40th birthday party for three people, two of which were not even turning 40. My dad explained that the family was so big, they were getting tired of throwing parties so they decided to ball up the last three into one just to get them out of the way.

I don't remember anyone's names or where this was, I just remember it nestled within cornfields down a long gravel road.

When my dad had his fill of catching up with everyone, he drank the last of his beer, crumpled the can in his hand and said "let's go!" We didn't even say goodbye, just walked to his truck, telling anyone who asked what we were up to, that we were getting drinks from his cooler.

We were parked down the road but had to turn around and drive past the party. My dad just honked and waved. It was fun.

I use that exit strategy often. I hate saying goodbye.

Listening to: Thee Oh Sees - Contraption/Soul Desert

1 comment:

  1. That's a great exit, I think that I should use it more often. I also hate saying goodbye although our goodbye was great and I wouldn't have left Springfield without some sort of moment where we got to hang out one last time.



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