There is nothing traditional about my father. He makes no apologies. He thinks, says, and does whatever he wants to and could care less about who's looking or what anybody thinks about it. "Dad, what do you want to do for Father's Day?"
"Nothing. Don't buy me anything because you know I'm not into that and don't go out of your way to come up here or spend any money." Then he went into his usual rant about commercial holidays and how it's just about making money and he doesn't need one day to celebrate anything. My dad always tries to act so rough and gruff but we all know there is a softie in there somewhere.
I was going to be up there Saturday and was thinking I could spent the night and do breakfast in the morning so he could get to work and I could get home to take care of the millions of things I have to do. He said that all he wants is for his girls to be happy. He doesn't want or need anything else for Dad's day. He has his routine on Sunday's. He gets up, goes to the gym, then goes to the barber shop for work and normally doesn't get back until evening. He really didn't really feel the need to interrupt his schedule and with everything going on with wedding planning and buying a house he didn't want me to have to do anything else. I have learned over the years that it is almost useless to argue with him. He is more set in his ways and stubborn then anybody I know. So when mom suggested that we just spend time together on Saturday because I was already going to be up there I agreed. We would eat dinner together then go out. Mom and I had a make up consultation for my wedding so we would already be glammed up. Perfect!
So, that's what we did. The consult took longer then expected so we didn't have time to cook but we did pick up some delicious food from a local Soul Food restaurant and ate that at home. Dad doesn't drink anymore since he's been on dialysis but mom and I had some wine. I was already getting tired. I don't go out at night much because most of the time I find that I'd just rather be at home in my pajamas at that hour but we said we'd go out so go out we did. It's a small town and there aren't too many any hot spots to choose from unless you want to head south about 40 minutes closer to where I live. The Flying Bridge seems to be the only game in town so that's where we went. The ONE night my parents and I decide do go out it's closed so we ended up at a dive bar called McCabe's. I used to go there in my single days long ago and hang out mostly because there wasn't anyplace else but I never expected I'd find myself there ever again let alone with my parents. Not much had changed. It's still a dive bar with lots of random weird people inside but dad new the guy at the door so at least we didn't have to pay a cover. We chatted, people watched. My mom and I were being shy but dad put an end to that by dragging us on the dance floor and we had fun out there.
I thought to myself for a moment how bizarre it is that I am out dancing with my parents on a Saturday night at a bar but that's something I love about my family. We just are who we are. My parents are on the other side of 50 but they still like to get out and have their fun and I can go right along with them and there is nothing weird about it at all. I was probably more tired then both of my parents and I'm supposed to be the young one! We had a really fun time hanging out and doing something different together. It was NOT the traditional Father's day outing but we certainly enjoyed it and that's really what it's all about.