Hanging in the Park.

There are weekends where you let everything hang out. You know the ones where you drink all night, stay out till five in the morning and wind up howling at the moon at the corner of some nameless street in the middle of nowhere. Last weekend was not one of those.

Saturday, after kung fu, my buddy James and a few of the other students decided to go to lunch at Dennys. Afterwards, we had difficulty trying to figure out what to do. Eventually, we found ourselves at the park across from my apartment. We wound up spending the rest of the afternoon just hanging by the swings and talking about what was on our minds. This was the first time I've discussed matters like this with these friends, and I learned quite a lot about them. It was nice just to hang out and learn more about the friends I train with outside of school.

Sunday I got to babysit my buddies kids while he and the wife headed to Chicago to run an errand. I've babysat before, but this was the first time I've cared for an infant by myself. Fortunatly both children were well behaved, and no real problems ever came up. Now I'm still convinced that I'm not ready for the whole marriage/family/child raising thing, but this weekend was a step in the right direction.