The car wasn’t parked in the driveway like usual. I didn’t think too much of it. I unpacked Anna from the Subaru and went inside our house. The long week was officially over and I was thankfully home with my wife and daughter.
My wife suggested we go on our post-work pet hunt. Baby Singe really loves the felines and canines so we must indulge her. Only a few pets were out, yet I heard some funny noises. Once again I shrugged off the noises as an odd neighbor or my stomach.
My wife’s new BlackBerry is vibrating like crazy. I nearly snatch the device out of her paws. Finally it stops chirping as we wander inside our house. My wife stays outside with Anna when after a few minutes I’m begrudgingly summoned outside.
“Egan, come out here quick. You’ve got to see your daughter.”
I sarcastically holler back, “good thing I’m not shaking a deuce” as I leave the house.
3 adult men lunge at me. My good buddies were there to whisk me away.
I’ve been abducted by my friends. At first it felt like a rerun of my bachelor party. Then it resembled an intervention. I’m happy to report I haven’t been harmed. It’s a belated Father’s Day gift my wife thoughtfully spearheaded.
My wife and friends pulled off a great surprise Friday afternoon. I type this post on my iPod touch 200 miles from home while laying on a bed. It’s a guys weekend. We’ve already stayed up way too late, had some beers, talked about Al Gore, parenthood, women, college, the digital underground, and much much more. They did right and me likey very much.