Friday Pt. 1
Went to the gym on Friday night because I dropped the kid off with my mom. Was planning on going home and going right to bed because I agreed to see a buncha people that night but then the ABFF dropped me a line.
Her: What are u up to this weekend ?
Me: What do you have for me?
Before I knew it, I was at her pad breaking my fast with some Moscow Mules and Peruvian food with her and some other people.
Me: To be clear, everyone thinks I’m a good human being because I lost Alison and my dad. But I was never a good person; I was only good because of Alison.
Her: I don’t believe that.
Me: Yet it’s true.
The ABFF convinced me to not shelter the boy from the women/people in my life.
Her: Kids are resilient. As far as they know, everyone is just your friend.
Me: He asks about Mouse all the time. I told him she was coming by this past Saturday because we chatted but then plans changed and he was pretty…confused.
Her: Kids are resilient, Logan. He’ll be fine.
Her sister and I also chatted about dating in NYC.
Sister: I’m taking a break.
Me: Man, I feel that, as a woman, online dating’s gotta be easier.
Her: (rolls eyes) No. And it’s exhausting. And the same guys you didn’t want in the first place keep showing up over-and-over again.
Looked at my watch and told them I had to run, thanking them for the company and hospitality. Hopped a train downtown.
Soon, I was in an Italian restaurant with a dear friend of mine. It was his birthday.
Me: I wanted to buy you dinner.
Him: (laughing) You better have cash, because that’s all they take here.
Me: Get outta here…
Ended up having a latte and paying for most of dinner but not all, which was a disappointment.
We chatted for a bit. He lost his love to cancer too. It’s part of the reason I avoided seeing him. That, and another friend of ours also has cancer.
Suppose I’ll have to write about that as well soon.
Me: I wanna contact him. I’m just a coward.
Him: You’re not. (gently) Write him. He’d love to hear from you. I know he would. (later) I met someone. An old flame dropped me a line. Hoping things will work out.
Me: I hope so. You deserve a good life.
Him: You do too, Logan. (later, on 3rd Avenue) I’m always here, if you need anything.
Me: I know. I’ll see you soon.
Stopped by Solas for a spell and talked to some people there. There’s more but that’s all I wanna say about this part of the story.
It was after midnight when I left for my appointment but then I got sidetracked by another old friend.
I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.
It was a long Friday night and the kickoff of a three-day crazy insomnia streak.
Location: home
Mood: insomniatic
Music: I know that, time will heal it
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5 replies on “What do you have for me?”
logan, i haven’t been on your blog in years and needless to say, i’ve missed a lot. i’m so sorry for everything.
life is…
it gets better?
sometimes
fuck
Whoa – I love when old friends/readers come back. Hey there!
Yes, you’ve missed a lot. Most of it bad. But the boy’s wonderful and I hope that it’ll stay that way with him and me for a while. How are you? And you had a blog too, yes?
Life is good. I went thru my own period of grief and mindfuckery when my mom died a few years ago. I live in DC now, was once in Chicago. Quit my job and jobless for almost 3 years. life moved on and I didn’t die and the world didn’t end. It’s been good to see how far you can push things before everything falls apart. That’s my 1 minute life summary
No I’m not a blogger but I read your/alli’s blogs for years. I reread some old posts and ugly cried last night. Haha. It seems trite to say I’m sorry but I am. What a thing to have to go thru.
So happy for you. Your boy is beautiful!
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