The other night, I got an out-of-the-blue text from my buddy Mix inviting my wife and I over New Year’s Day.
Absolutely … it’ll be a great time. We’ll eat lots of food, watch hockey, crack jokes, make our wives cringe with how silly we can be.
And before I leave my house, I’ll do what I always do when going to Mix’s.
I’ll plug his address into the GPS on my phone.