The Life of a Bachelor – Day Two

What does a bachelor do on a Tuesday night? Pretty much… nothing. I’ve been racking my brain all evening trying to think of something bachelor like to do and I keep drawing blanks. First, I thought I’d sit out on the porch and play a little guitar while eating some pizza rolls, but after the pizza rolls were gone I didn’t feel like picking up the old axe. Next, I thought I’d put in a little work on my blog; but, after a few wasted hours I didn’t have anything to show for my effort except a couple random new posts, and, to top it all off, I was hungry because all I had eaten so far was a box of pizza flavored goodness. So, I decided it was about time for dinner. That only raised more questions. What would a bachelor eat? I already had the pizza rolls, what was left? So, I figured I’d just give up on the bachelor thing and fry myself up an egg. I did that. I also fried some bacon, toasted a jalapeño bagel and pulled out some pepper jack cheese. After I put it all together and took my first bite, I sat back and realized that I had the perfect bachelor sandwich. More than that, I realized that I had had the perfect bachelor evening of doing absolutely nothing productive.

And just like that, my second evening as a bachelor came to an end. I realize that this evening’s events may not have lived up to the expectations some may have built up in their heads, but then again what can you expect from a bachelor.

Published by Brian

Christian, husband, father, Pepperdine alum, marketing account manager and more. Passionate about music, movies, religion, communication, nonprofits and the Lakers.

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