I went to a BBQ on one of those super-sunny days. I saw old friends from high school, people I hadn't seen in 14 years as well as a shooting start while standing next to a fire pit.
March Madness is here, which is fun for a basketball junky such as myself ((Though I don't really like college basketball that much. I do like the chaos of the tournament format, and slightly-shitty, non-professional basketball is always better than no basketball.)) and my good friend. I didn't win a billion dollars.
I discovered a new TV show. There is only so much basketball you can watch, even in March. My friend, who probably has a higher basketball-watching tolerance than I do, introduced me to a dumb TV show called Impractical Jokers. I... I love it. It's beautifully, intentionally dumb, but has a little heart ((The premise is four, life-long comedian friends dare one another to do stupid things in public. They're fed lines and cues through an earpiece, generally enough to establish a ridiculous situation that the comedian will then have to talk his way out of or otherwise run with. Where it becomes likable is when one of them chickens out, showing a shred of decency.)) which makes the four guys kind of endearing. They rip-on and tease one another like only four, lifelong friends could, and the absurdity makes me genuinely laugh out of loud at least a few times every episode. Perhaps that says more about my (im)maturity.