Five years ago I was that guy at the bar

Every Friday night without fail. Closing time, knowing everything about everyone's business, making jokes that landed sometimes. Had a lot of freedom, no real responsibilities, could sleep till noon on weekends. Now I'm home by 8 most nights because my youngest has soccer at 9am Saturday morning. I don't even remember what the inside of my favorite bar looks like anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids more than anything and wouldn't trade it, but man, some mornings when I'm making lunch boxes at 6am I just think about those nights. The wild thing is I don't actually miss it that much. Just miss knowing that guy I guess.