There comes a time in every man’s life where he has to make some difficult decisions, potentially life changing ones even. I’m not talking about having a baby, or asking your girlfriend to marry you. Naw, its way bigger than that. Today was one of those days where I had to man up and see what I was made of.
Thursday March 9th happens to be my girl friends birthday, that also happens to be the same day the Los Angeles Lakers play against the Phoenix Suns. Last time the teams squared up I happened to be in the building, and while I was there I witnessed what we call in the hood, an ass whooping. The Suns controlled the tempo from the opening tip and they never looked back. I wrote a story about the heartbreak I felt after the game.
Now, I know what some of you are thinking, how in the world is a basketball game even being thought of on my girlfriends birthday? Well, I’m not your typical fan. I’ve watched every single minute of Lakers basketball this season, except for one game. I went a little too hard during Sunday Funday with my boy Jason, and my girlfriend at the bar. I came back home after that and fell right asleep, didn’t wake up until the next day. I woke up to the Lakers losing, and a hangover from hell, I took two L’s right then. I tell you all this because I build my whole day around Laker games, or other important major sporting events happening for that matter, and my girlfriend is right there alongside with me. She understands the way I am about sports, and before you guys start thinking I’m a major douche, when I told her about the Lakers game being on the same night as her birthday she immediately told me that we should re-schedule our plans and do something on Wednesday, or Friday. Trust me fellas, I had to close my phone, re-open it and look at the message again to make sure I read it correctly. I’d never thought I would meet a girl who would offer to move her birthday plans to another day simply because she was thinking of me. I know what you’re thinking, I found the unicorn.
I had been thinking all week what we were gonna do for her birthday. I didn’t want to do the typical dinner and drinks. We do that all the time, I wanted to do something different. Plus, we were just “dating” during her birthday last year. This is like the first official one together you could say. It was still too new last year so I felt it would have been weird to give her something, I didn’t want to scare her off or anything. And if you think that was a bad decision, hush your mouth, she’s still here. So, this couldn’t feel like just another night on the town. I wanted to take try something out of the box for that night.
The search was on to find something dope to get into Thursday night, but at the same time I had to keep the fact that the Lakers game started at 9:30 PM. I was googling things like “where to take your girl friend for her birthday in Austin,” or, “new bar and restaurants in Austin.” That produced nothing, which eventually led me to googling, “how to write a will,” and, “how long will you survive if you get smacked in the head by a 5’1 angry little woman.” I mean, I needed to research everything to make sure I had all angles covered, because I at first thought she would smack me for even bringing up the Lakers game on her born day. I could just feel the whole situation falling apart at that point.
This is when I turned to my boys, which let’s be honest, when is it ever a good time to come to your boys when you need help? Never. That’s why they you’re boys. They lead you down a path for failure and then you laugh about it while you sit in jail together. I remember one point I felt like Woj on NBA traded deadline day. I had a phone in one hand texting one boy. I was on the laptop Tweeting another homie. I was out here really trying to make some big time moves out here for her birthday. All this was going nowhere fast, kind of like a girl when she’s getting ready.
Then it all hit me as Leslie, my girl friend, and I were talking last night. I had gone to my boys, to the internet, I was praying to gods I don’t believe in to grant me the wisdom. It wasn’t until I looked at her as she was in her sweat pants, hair tie, chilling with no make up on that I realized that I didn’t need to do all that. She is a down to earth woman who appreciates the thought and effort. I think that’s why I love her so much. She doesn’t need all that, and it makes me appreciate her even more. So, I looked at her and told her that Thursday night we were going to go to Painting With A Twist. For those of you lot familiar with this, let me explain.
You go to a studio where it’s you, a few other people, and a teacher. During these two hours the teacher goes step by step and you paint a picture together. The “twist” aspect of it is it’s BYOB. You sip on grandpa’s cough medicine and see what happens as you paint.
Her eyes lit up as she said that would be the perfect way to spend the night with me. This morning I got on the studios website and reserved out tickets, and you’ll never believe what. There were only two classes scheduled for Thursday night, one from 5-7 PM and one from 7-9 PM. The 5-7 one wouldn’t work, ill be working until five on Thursday. That left us with the 7-9 class. That gave me plenty of time to get home and pick her up, then head to the studio. The studio also happens to be 10 minutes from the house, which would give us plenty of time to get home after the painting session just in time to end our night off together watching the Lakers play the Suns. It’s crazy how when you stop over thinking things, and just let them happen, how they usually end up working out perfectly. Plus, there’s nobody else I’d rather watch a Lakers game with.