"Fun"
Today to my surprise I crossed paths with my brother Brian, who was moving some of his left over furniture and tools into my parent's place. (He's tying up some loose ends in CA before moving to Arizona).
His roommate, (also named Brian) was telling me about the house they rented in AZ- 4 bedrooms, overlooking a lake, with a pool.
"Hey, you should come visit us . . ." Brian (brother) offers.
"Totally. When can I?" I answer enthused- eating up any interest he has in having me around him for an entire weekend.
"September. The weather will be bearable by then." Brian (bro)
"Right now, you go out and tan super dark in like 10 mins." Brian (bro) continues
"Yeah, so, will you and Jaime and Tyson can come visit? Brian (roommate) extends my brother's invitation. "You can lay out by the pool or lake, tan . . . wait, do you ever even "lay out"?" He looks perplexed as he ponders the mental image of the scenario.
"Of course!" I laugh
"Well, it's just you seem like the type that is always saying no to fun things because you have to go do work!" Brian (roommate) explains.
"Well . . . I tan, I lay out. I have . . . fun . . ." I start over-thinking here
"Cool." Brian (roommate)
"Whatever, we'll probably be working most of the time too." Brian (bro)
(me still over-thinking)
"Well, I'm coming to visit, and I am going to TAN!" I insist.
"K, well see ya guys." Brian (bro)
"Bye Wankes!" Brian (roommate)
"See ya Brians!"
And I watch them pile into the truck and drive off into the sunset as I push away any stark realizations that my reputation states that I am a work-a-holic or that people (guys) are unable to picture me having any fun . . .
And Scene.