Events…..If it’s a sporting event I’m good!  But anything else and you won’t even get me to raise an eyebrow.  Even the word “event” sounds feminine to me.   When the wife tells me there’s an upcoming event we must attend, I cringe on the inside.  When did every occasion, whether it be a wedding or an open house, become known as an event?  

An event to a woman, in my opinion, is a magical thing.  As soon as the word is mentioned, she immediately starts the painful process of thinking of what type of event it is.  What is being celebrated? What time of year and day is it?  Will we need to book a babysitter or will the in-laws suffice?   These bits of information are integral in the planning and execution of attending the aforementioned event.   I am a small part of the equation and am usually considered last minute as to what I should wear and if I’ll need to take off from work early that day. 

So the days pass and the event looms closer.  I increasingly feel as if I’m forgetting something important.  But not the wife.  She never forgets.  I rely on her for everything.  Sometimes at restaurants, she even reminds me to chew.  She’s good at letting me know a couple days in advance of something impending.  So I get home from work a little early that day and shower.  It’s  easy getting dressed as the clothes are already laid out for me to wear.  ( I can’t help but think back to my first day of kindergarten though.)  She’s already mapped out the route and gassed the car up. All I had to do was show up!

After seeing how prepared my wife was for this special day, my only hope is that the event we are about to attend will meet my wife’s expectations.                 

 - The Guy