Lightweight

This post also appeared on www.capecodonline.com/blogs in the opinion section of the Cape Cod Times, a division of Ottaway Newspapers, Inc.

First of all, if you subscribe to the Cape Cod Times check out the front page of the Lifestyle section which features me, Will and MJ. They ran a nice picture with some blog excerpts. If you want to check it online go here. But moving on…

Saturday was a big day for me.

I had an invitation to hang out with my good friends and former roommates in Boston on Saturday, as we went to a Red Sox game and then I revisited my old stomping grounds in the Allston/Brighton area. I had that day circled on my calendar from even before Will was born, because it marked my first night out and away from Will.

It’s not that I wanted to escape from him or get away from him for a night…well, actually that’s exactly what it was. At first I felt really guilty about that but in talking to other parents, I found you have to give yourself a night of sanity every once in awhile if you’re going to survive. So I started off at my buddies’ apartment where we drank a few beers and barbecued before the game. The sun was shining, it was 75 degrees and I quickly realized a few things:

1) I missed days like that where I had nothing to do but crack open a beer, hang out and talk with friends

2) I’m not 20 years old anymore

I say that because I used to be able to handle my booze. But around the third beer I noticed I was feeling a little tipsy. But we were using taxis and I was staying the night so I figured it was no big deal. Then there were the beers at Fenway (at $7.25 a pop I might add) and then more beers at The Avenue on Comm. Ave in Allston. After that it’s a little hazy. I recall our Irish friend Cormick almost starting a fight, my buddy Stav talking to every cute girl at the bar and then there was me bumming everyone out.

You see, I turned into “that guy.” Namely, I could not stop showing women pictures of Will. Stav would go over and meet attractive women and then I’d come over and say  “Hey girls. I’m Aaron. Look how f#cking adorable my son Will is.” They would “oooh” and “ahhh” and Stav would give me the stinkeye because there’s nothing worse than making single, drunk women think of babies and marriage when you’re at a bar. I know this, but I just couldn’t help myself. I missed the little guy.

The next thing I remember is waking up in the middle of the night to go pay homage to the porcelain god. I still feel like complete crap. It’s time to admit that I just can’t hang like I used to. I also realized I have no ambition to get back to that point either. As great as it was to have a night away with friends (and it was great) I don’t think it’ll happen too often. I couldn’t stop thinking about Will and I damn sure couldn’t stop talking about him, much to the chagrin of my single friends.

I’m a Dad now. A lightweight, baby picture toting Dad. I’m not even a capable wingman anymore. It’s definitely the end of an era and the start of a whole new chapter.

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One thought on “Lightweight

  1. To me, this is a beautiful story. To any single guy, or newly married man, this is a SCARY story!!!

    You’re a grown up now Aaron.

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