Seeing yet more friends
Since I’m talking about self-medicating with food and friends, there was a group of my buddies that all got together to donate to Alison that I had been meaning to see for a while. So I invited them all over for dinner last week.
Spent a full day making pulled pork tacos three ways: Mexican, Japanese, and Chinese.
Him: Churros? Do we want churros?
Me: Why do you bother asking questions you already know the answer for?
Him: I need validation.
They’re a private bunch so no pics. But the food and the company were killer.
In a similar vein, a college buddy had a birthday at Rice and Gold downtown, so I dashed off to see him for just an hour or so. I arrived a sweaty mess but got a hug from everyone anyway. Poor bastards.
Broke down when walked in I saw my friend’s wife. The last time I saw her was with Alison.
Her: How are you doing these days?
Me: About what you’d expect. Drinking less. Womanizing more. My usual song-and-dance.
Her: You look good – you’ve lost weight.
Me: I’ve been doing intermittent fasting. (thinking) And abject depression. I don’t recommend the latter.
Met a young couple there that threw a fundraiser for Alison at their restaurant. The wife sat down with me and was really sweet.
Me: Thank you for everything you did for Alison.
Her: (waving her hand) It was nothing.
Me: (shaking head) No, it was something. It was definitely something.
If you’re looking for places with great food to eat in the city, consider going to one of those two restaurants and support some great people that supported me.
There are most stories I need to tell you. But I need to start my day.
And, I suppose, restart my life, again.
Me: I think we should talk.
Location: back at my desk
Music: I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
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