Picnics and eating out
Him: How have you been?
Me: Immune. You?
It was good to see everyone. As an aside, I’m meeting a lot of people from a particular European nation these days.
Her: I’m from there.
Me: Well, of course you are.
My buddy handed me a bottled negroni, which was delicious. Probably shouldn’t have drank the whole thing.
Him: Are you ok to get home?
Me: We’re about to find out.
And then today, I met up with my buddy Robinson to roll for the first time in ages.
While I’m immune, the others have their own stories.
Him: How did you do?
Me: I didn’t die, so…well?
It was fun and exhausting rolling for the first time in ages.
Afterward, I wanted Vietnamese food but the restaurant was in the sun. So we just went to an American joint.
I got a salad. I regret my life’s choices. But we also got a crapton of alcohol.
Me: I think this is the first time another human being has served me food with utensils in months.
Everyone: Me too.
The salad was clearly not enough so I ordered more food.
Afterward, the waiter came and did shots with us.
I was supposed to meet someone for a walk tonight but she’s a back-burner so I bailed.
Her: Wait, you just drank a lot and now aren’t coming?
Me: In my defense, I did tell you that I’m an awful person. But I’m an *honest*, awful person.
She did not find that amusing.
So, I went home and spoke to some people before crashing early and calling it a day/night.
It was a good one. A really good one. I don’t think I can say that very often.
Being hung up on and blocked by someone, notwithstanding…
Location: Queens, ordering more food
Music: The house don’t fall when the bones are good (Spotify)
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