What made is so wonderful to him was not where we stayed (which was fun) and not where we ate (which was good) but the fact that he was able to have intelligent or some not so intelligent conversations with some of his nearest and dearest friends.
There is something about Andrew's life that I don't understand. Where he works, he doesn't have friends. He works all night and comes home to an empty house to sleep all day. When does he get to laugh? When does he hear or tell crazy stories to someone other than his wife?
The truth is is that he doesn't get too. He doesn't have much in common with anyone that he works with and they don't have much of a desire to get to know him because he actually has goals and his job is a temporary job, not his career.
So for Andrew's birthday, he was able to laugh and joke and act stupid. He was able to talk to his best friends and then even make some new friends.
His Fun Meter had soared through the roof. I did have a good time as well and I loved that I was able to spend time with my husband, but the most important fact was that he was able to have conversations with people who loved him and enjoyed being around him.
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