That hanging with my dad is awesome

I forgot how much fun my dad can be. We met for dinner in the east bay tonight, no place special. I had a soon to be expiring Groupon that I refused to let go to waste.

Sitting outside on a perfect summer evening we laughed, reminisced, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. We jammed to Bob Seger and Jim Croche on the drive back to my apartment. It was a fitting end to a long-overdue father-daughter date, and now I can’t wait for the next one. Short and Sweet.