Me: I can’t believe that I’m here with you yahoos instead of in Miami drinking a pina colada.
Frenemy: Wait, you’re telling me you’d rather have sun and beach than be here discussing our roofs?
Me: I’m as surprised as you are.
Him: Come by next week and we’ll get some coffee. It’s not a pina colada but still…
You see, Mouse got me tickets to Miami because she knows that November’s a rough month for me.
But, between the tropical storm on Sunday in Florida, the rising COVID rates, and me not getting anything done AND not spending time with the kid, we both felt it was best we not go.
Instead, Mouse got some work done and met up with me later on in the night on Saturday because I had to deal with more building drama.
But I wanted to be out and about earlier because of the Biden news and because the weather was perfect.
And because I was supposed to be on a sandy beach with a cocktail in my grubby little hands. (Obvs, I’m still upset about that).
I knew that Chad was on an Old Fashioned kick so I rang him.
Me: If I got you an Old Fashioned and a Philly Cheesesteak, could I convince you to head up here?
Him: Fuck, yeah.
It seems everyone else had the same idea because every joint we went to was booked solid. We finally ended up at Jake’s Dilemma near me. The waitress comped us shots – I seem to get comped shots a lot – because our food took forever.
Chad eventually made his way home and Mouse came by afterward just as I was pouring myself a tall glass of rum and diet Coke.
Her: That’s a lotta diet Coke
Me: I sense some judgement there
Her: You sense correctly
It ended up being a pretty good weekend after all. Not Miami good, but I’ll take what wins I can.
On a different matter entirely, Paul stopped by today for the first time since COVID went down and then our friend KTO sent this picture of the three of us that was taken exactly 12 years ago today.
Man, time flies. So far and so fast…