Written on 30 January 2019
“Do you ever feel like we're repeating ourselves?” Mark was six pints deep. Six pints deep, time to get deep, he thought, which wasn't even a rhyme.
“I mean, we meet up every couple of weeks. We talk about our lives, which don't change much, we talk about sport, which doesn't change much.”
Gordy hated it when Mark got deep. Gordy considered himself a deep thinker, you see, so when Mark made his six-pint-deep attempts to be profound, it annoyed Gordy. And Gordy would inevitably try and one-up his long term pal.
“Nothing changes. Think about it. The world keeps turning. And with those turns comes trends. They change, again and again, but always reliably come back.” This was vague enough to sound smart without committing to too much. Gordy's head was swimming from all the booze, and his usual deep-thinking-ness wasn't working or something.
“that's so true.” Mark agreed with enthusiasm, totally getting it. “Like, beards weren't at all trendy in the 90’s and early noughties. But they were in the 70’s and 80’s, and now they're massive again.” Mark thought this was a clever observation. Gordy needed an example of his own.
“And the Bush family. Father President. Son President. Brother runs for president. Soon daughter or son will run for president. Bushes.”
“You're so right.” Mark said, suppressing a burp, poorly. “Another pint?”
“Sure.” said Gordy, pulling out his phone to text his wife. “Same again.”