Over the long weekend the old gang from my U of A days had a little get together at one of our old haunts. Back in the day we probably spent more time hanging out in that bar than we did in class… or in my case, several times over. As the years have passed and we’ve taken our respective journeys through life, careers, and families, our meetings have become fewer and farther between. It’s probably been three years now since we last got together like this.
But we came together to celebrate a return. Our one friend and his wife had spent the last few years out east attending med school, and having completed that found a position in Edmonton and was coming back! Exciting news, and a worthy reason to get together… the irony that the last such get together was something of a sending off for the same couple, was conveniently lost on us for the evening.
So the evening progressed as the conversation and alcohol flowed. I was happy to have him back, beyond just being a good guy, we had rather similar interests and we were the only two geeky enough to spend time discussing esoteric topics ranging from string theory to moral relativism. It’s nice to have someone to be pretentious with once in awhile. Our respective significant others find our discussions of such things tedious to the nth degree, so they peeled off to discuss items more to their liking.
Which was a great for all involved… until a little later in the evening when the doc-to-be’s wife mentioned they were in negotiations to buy a house, and my girlfriend, who has an unfortunate habit of talking in an elevated manner when she’s got a few drinks in her, loudly proclaims that, “Kevin think buying a house now is idiotic.”
Amazing how she never has any interest in discussing such things with me, and other than peaking over my shoulder now and again while I’m writing something, would never waste a moment of her time actually reading my stuff… but evidently she’s picked that much up, I guess what she lacks in tact she makes up for in osmosis.
Of course amongst young professionals real estate is a hot topic… and as if pissing in the poor woman’s cornflakes wasn’t enough, there were several other couples who had bought in recent years who were now also offended. I now not only looked like an asshole, but didn’t even have the satisfaction of actually delivering the blow oneself (which is really the only tangible benefit of looking like one). While I have no shame in the opinion I hold, I acknowledge in this case that mine is most often an unpopular one, so tend to only offer it when asked, and try to do with with a tad of diplomacy.
So as the eyes of the room, as if in slow motion, worked from my tipsy girlfriend, to the mouth agape recipient, and then finally of course to me… I was quickly trying to work out my strategy for a response. The pool tables were at the other end of the bar, so there was nothing to hide behind… the windows looked double paned, so jumping out those was out… and every one had seen me with the girlfriend many times before, so saying I’d never met that crazy bitch wasn’t an option either.
So I figured if I’m going to look like an asshole, I might as well look like a well-informed one… with the attention of the room squarely on me, I reeled off what I thought was an intelligent and succinct defence of my position. There was really no point going long winded, as even in this well educated bunch, you can see their eyes immediately glaze over when macroeconomics enters the discussion and no one that bought recently is going to magically convert. I already knew the response was going to be “but it’s different here” anyway.
So, I took a couple minutes and spoke my peace… and the immediate response was, of course, “but it’s different here”… and while I would have loved to debate them on each and every one of their contentions, I had already had more than my fill of being the centre of attention. I had already done as well on the damage control front as possible and engaging the mob further would only result in my being fitted for a tin foil hat. Sometimes less is more, as they say.
At this point most everyone went back to their earlier discussions fortunately, though as the evening progressed my seemingly unpopular opinion became a very popular topic of conversation. At some points there were as many as a dozen of us holding court discussing our thoughts on the matter… and I was pleasantly surprised to see a fair number agreed with me.
First it was a lawyer… though that didn’t really surprise me. When we lived in dorms together he was forever picking fights and taking the unpopular opinion if for no other reason than to play devils advocate. He just loved to be a shit disturber, so obviously he made an inspired career choice. Whether he legitimately agreed with me or not I’ll never know, he just likes a fight.
Then a bank analyst and financial advisor chimed in and said they agreed entirely, and started ranting about debt and fiscal irresponsibility. They told some eye-popping stories about what their clients have been doing to buy homes and just in general, and that there was no talking those people out of it. Talking about macro tends and the big picture like we do here is scary enough, but it really hits home hearing the stories of individuals making reckless mistakes… and they just kept coming and coming. It was terrifying.
Eventually I got back talking to the returning doc-to-be, and we were both rather sheepish. Before the whole brouhaha he had actually mentioned that he was buying a home, and I had congratulated him and asked him all about it without exposing my true thoughts on his decision… as it really isn’t my business how he spends his money, and he was very exciting about it all and I have no interest in being a killjoy. He’s a friend, and if he’s happy, I’m happy for him.
And frankly this guy was about to become a doctor, so money shouldn’t be an issue going forward… and even if it wasn’t, that couple had been living out of her fathers pocket since they got married as undergrads almost a decade ago, so they aren’t even playing with their own money anyway.
Fortunately that is information I have not shared with the girlfriend, as even though it’s well known within the circle and subject of plenty of snicker behind of backs… there are certain things that just don’t need to be drunkenly blurted in public.




























