So I got back earlier from a Boys Night Out with my BIL and SIL’s boyfriend. Got home by 8pm. I’m not sure what to make of it, but it’s rather amusing in an absurd sort of way. Maybe next time we can meet at IHOP for breakfast and make it home by noon

Aside from the beer & conversation, our manly activity involved seeing ‘Rocky Balboa,’ chosen to underscore the manliness of our gathering. It was a fine film that was utterly predictable, did not take itself seriously and left us somewhat warm & fuzzy – and totally befuddled by the people who cried during the movie.