You live in San Francisco. You find out you're having a kid, which means you'll never be able to hop in the car with your friends on a whim and just go wherever ever again. What better way to celebrate your last gasp of kid free-dom than by piling all your young married friends into a fleet of Priuses and head to a cabin on the Russian River, where you spend a week drinkin' bad beer and worse wine, sittin' in the hot tub, and shootin' BB guns? Am I right??
Oh, and if your friends with kids want to bring'em, that's cool.
We've lived in San Francisco for years and have never met these people, I'm happy to say. But of course we have a kid, and I'd rather hang out with him anyway.
beautiful writing. the boomers children make their own. thanks for sharing.