Married Man jokes. He sits around in bars with his buddies and talks about the Marriage Reserves. One weekened a month, two weeks out of the year we’ll be bachelors.
Then Bachelor Otis Weekend arrives and the boys blow it out like we’re single men again. We drink, we play cards, we carouse. We stay up half the night, sleep half the day, eat dinner in our underwear, then do it all again. It’s fun. We love it and feel we deserve it every once in a while.
But now there’s this…Bachelor Otis Weekdays. My wife is away dealing with some rather unpleasant personal business. I’m a bachelor for the next few days. Since I work for a living, there are no drunken evenings and underdressed meals to help me forget that sleeping alone sucks. There is no morning hangover and round of frolf to gloss over life in a quiet house.
Bachelor Otis Weekends are welcome every once in a while. Even Married Man needs to remind himself what it’s like to answer only to himself.
But it takes a Bachelor Otis Weekday to remind Married Man that when you answer only to yourself, you run the risk of not having all the answers.