And I then I drove off into the sunset…

So tonight I had to suffer through a steak dinner at Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse with my seven male (and one female) co-workers. Ok, so I shouldn’t complain about a free meal -- don’t get me wrong the $40 dollar steak, $8.50 mashed potatoes and the $10.70 apple tart were excellent! But, yes and here it comes, I had to sit though conversations about everyone’s kids, summer homes and complaints about high property taxes. Topics I really have nothing to contribute too.

My favorite topic of the night was how everyone met their wives (please note the intended sarcasm!) I am not married, so I was not asked. But here is what I really wanted to say but didn’t, “I am not married, because the only place in the US I can get married, is Massachusetts!” Wonder how that would have gone over at this table full of conservative rich republican males?

So after the meal we had a caravan of cars waiting in front of the restaurant to take us all home. Three of guys all live in NJ, so they were piling into one tiny town car. Picture it, our boss is a “big guy” (read that as fat)and is 6'2" tall.

So, a driver called out my name and proceeded to walk me towards a big, black Escalade. Here was little ole me (ok, not so little at 6' tall), getting into this pimped out, rapper style, don’t fuck with me truck while the manly married men all crammed into there Lincoln clown car...it’s the little (or in this case the big) things that make my life great.