The Boy's Weekend

I survived another Boy's Weekend!!  For the uninitiated (or uninvited) this is an annual weekend where I gather with some of my Mercer University Sigma Nu pledge brothers.  We have been doing this for many years (the actual number is up for hot debate around the campfire) and it usually consists of about 5 of us. For the past few years we have been meeting in Hazlehurst at my place at the river and we would hunt, eat, play cards, and do other Manly things.  This year we decided to branch out and headed up to Toccoa, Ga. and do some trout fishing and camp out . . . what in the hell were we thinking!!  Camping is for younger men who have not been spoiled by big screen T.V's during football season, central heat and air, clean sheets (Thanks Angie!!), and a roof over their heads during a rain storm.  I have always said that my wife's idea of roughing it is a Holiday Inn without a pool and now I am at a point where I may need to add my name to that list.  It's not that I don't enjoy the drinking, cooking, fishing, standing by the fire and telling stories it is just that after I am done with these things I wouldn't mind a hot shower and warm bed!  With all of that said . . . I had a wonderful time.  I love that you have people that come into your life that change who you are.  These are some of those people.  We have experienced life together.  We have done some VERY stupid things and then laughed about them.  We have went through triumphs and tragedies together.  We have celebrated weddings, births, birthdays, and career changes.  We know that with only one phone call four other people will be praying for you or coming to arrange for your bail.  I can't imagine life without them.  We consist of one Dentist, one Dentist-to-be, one Pharmacist, one Insurance guy, and one . . . well we really don't know how to describe what he does but it pays real well, requires a ton of travel and lets him hunt/fish ALL year!  I spend all year waiting for our time together and then when it finally gets here . . . poof . . . it's gone.  We always threaten to get together more but the reality is that Life gets in the way.  I am not arguing because I truly love my Life but I do wish we had more time together.  For now I will just know that for the next 361 days we will just email, text, and phone to check on each other or to give each other a little good natured hell!