It’s Wednesday night, and I am home at an unusually early hour. I’ve been working so much lately that I actually feel lost being home at this time. A few years ago, I would have known exactly where I would be at this time.
I went to Happy Hour with an old roommate of mine, P, a few weeks ago in Midtown. We used to live together in Maryland about five years ago. He now also lives and works in New York and is a friend from the Tako Grill days.
P and I, along with a group of friends, mostly from college, used to meet at Tako Grill every Wednesday night. It was our night to be with friends, and to eat, drink, and forget about our worries. It became a spontaneous routine. For many months, Wednesday night was always the best night of the week. It seemed that no matter what responsibilities we all had, we all seemed to make Tako Grill meetings a priority. Any why not? Good times with old friends should be top priority on everyone’s list.
Our Wednesday night happy hours lasted about six months. Eventually, work, family and life obligations took over, and quietly, the Wednesday night fun times ended without notice.
P and I agree that the Wednesday nights at Tako Grill were some of the best Wednesdays of our life.
If I could be anywhere right now at this time, I would be at Tako Grill with my Wednesday night gang.