Spring Break 2013 Boys Night

I was told that a friend of Lukes would be coming over to play around and spend the night. A while later word came down that there would be two other guys coming over as well. I began to think about dinner when a car pulled up and two additional boys I didn't know were part of the plan jumped out and said "Hey uncle Brian" as they headed for the living/videogameroom.

Soon I had seven strapping 15 to 16 year old boys playing video games, punching each other and savagely making fun of one another. I fired up the BBQ, filled a pot with baked beans, broke out the giant pot for corn on the cob and started creating a standard American meal any red blooded teenage boy would love.

I was so busy cooking and prepping for dinner and then sitting with the boys laughing and talking story I forgot to grab any photos. But afterward I found them all playing games and having a good time.

The house below mine belongs to a Japanese gentleman named Kato. He spends a month in Hawaii and then is gone for four months and then returns for another month and has been doing this for the entire twenty years I have lived in this house. His house has a very small swimming pool and he has kindly allowed us to use it when ever he is out of town. I taught all of my kids how to swim in that pool. It has been like having our own pool without ever having to clean it!

And so the boys decide it's time for a dark night pool session. Trunks on, off the lanai and down to Kato's.

Throw seven big young men in a small pool and let the fun begin!

 One of the fun things we've always done in this small pool is to get everyone running in the same direction until the pool turns into a fast moving whirlpool of water. It used to be just me and a bunch of kids who couldn't touch the bottom moving in unison along the edge of the pool and now it's a bunch of boys as big if not bigger than me doing it without me.

Spontaneous chicken fights are pretty much a given.

We head back home after it starts to get cold and the boys continue to laugh, jibe each other and have fun at each others expence. Doing what American teenage boys have always done from the beginning.

 Back at the house they were soon whipping up a couple batches of mac and cheese and throwing bags of chips at each other. Chili was soon warming on the stove and someone was making mango smoothies from fruit taken from Kato's tree. When I heard them start talking about the bodacious body parts of some of their female classmates I retreated to my office to work on aerial photos.

I came in from the office at eleven and headed towards my bedroom via the livingroom. "Goodnight Boyo's",  I said. The band of boys looked up long enough to say "G'night uncle Brian" before returning to thier games and talk of choke chicks at the beach the next day.

The thought of being a 16 year old boy again raises the corners of my old mouth into a smile.

If only I could.

Brian