It turns out that the Gymgirl got sick with the Norovirus and the kid got it from her and I got it from him. She was away this weekend so he and I were home together since Wednesday night with him being a mess and, later, me being a mess.
Him: (softly) I don’t feel so well. Me: (weakly) Neither does papa. And good use of the word, “well” as an adverb describing a verb versus an adjective describing a… Him: (interrupting) I don’t feel so well, Papa. Me: I’ll stop talking and get us some juice.
Essentially, we did next to nuthin all weekend except try to not be quite as sick as we both were. He ended up getting a fever as well.
It was shame because I really wanted to start the year off right and hit the gym hard as well try to increase what little work I’d done since Alison passed.
On the former, I did manage to carve out some time to go with my gym buddies to head over to the Hofbrauhaus here in NYC to celebrate my coach’s birthday.
You can watch him in action – and sign up for his Instagram account – here.
Coach: What should we order? Me: What are you thoughts of ordering this entire section? (points at half the menu) Him: (puts menu down) That works for me.
We grabbed some food and coffee around the Avalon Hotel for Christmas eve right before checkout.
Her: The coffee was free! Me: Why? Her: (shrugging) Christmas?
And then had some traditional Christmas Persian food.
But we got in one last swim pool before we got ready to go.
The Gymgirl has an odd way to sunbathe:
Afterward, we met up with my brother and his girl for dinner at a Chinese joint near him.
Him: I think we ordered too much food. Me: I don’t think so. The Gymgirl and I eat a lot. Him: Why don’t we see if the food we already ordered is enough. Me: (30 minutes later) I think we need more food. The Gymgirl: We need more food. Me: See?
The owner gave us a calendar for the new year.
The rest of the night was them singing karaoke. Everyone else had a good singing voice so I just let them sing while I enjoyed it.
Me: Sing for me, you singing monkeys! Brother: (laughing) Why would you say such a thing?
The next day was Christmas. We woke up super late and the Gymgirl and I exchanged presents.
Me: Do you like it? Her: I love it! No on has ever bought me anything like this. Me: (laughing) Good. I like to be first.
Her gift to me was at home as it arrived late but she got me some Firefly-related things to tide me over.
My brother’s girl also got us a gift; a tiny waffle maker.
Girlfriend: It’s just a little something. Me: It’s the perfect size for the kid. Thanks! Shoot, we didn’t get you anything…
Later, the Gymgirl and I went for a walk to do some reconnaissance and see what was open for dinner. We decided on some Thai food, followed by some coffee.
The rest of the night, we all played board games, like Midnight Taboo, which kinda made me realize how much The Gymgirl and I thought alike.
Me: Our friend V is covered in… The Gymgirl: Tatoos! Me: Yes! Brother: What the heck?!
We woke up the next morning and stopped by Lucky Boy, the greasy spoon I went to the last time I was in town, for some brekkie before heading to the airport.
Unlike the trip there, the trip back went completely smoothly. When we landed, we took a cab home that was only five days old.
Me: This is the nicest cab I’ve ever been in. And I’m a native New Yorker. Can I take a picture of it? Driver: But of course!
Gymgirl: Man, you look good. Me: I was just thinking the same thing. Her: (smiles) Me:…I do look good.
Feeling a bit run down cause the boy is waking me up at all hours of the night for no real reason.
Need to get some rest cause the Gymgirl and I are traveling together again, which reminded me of a conversation we had while we were staying at that hotel in Boston and I had forgotten to pack some earplugs for the trip:
Hotel representative: (on phone) Yes, Gymgirl’s an elite member, we’ll send that right up. Me: Great, thanks! (turning to Gymgirl) You’re brilliant! Cm’here…
(5 seconds pass) Hotel representative: (on phone) Um, I’m still here. You guys didn’t hang up. Gymgirl: (bursting out laughing) Write this down for your blog!
Speaking of conversations of the inappropriate stripe, I used to say goddammit a lot for obvious reasons. But the kid was copying me so I stopped. The stopping has helped to a limited degree.
So we hopped the train, went down to Chinatown so I could get a cheap haircut and walked over to it. It was designed like a cell phone repair shop but didn’t actually fix phones; they just had these cool scenes where you could go in and take pics.
The young lady at the front desk played a very dour and irritated clerk but she was really quite nice.
Woman at desk: Are you really here to fix a phone? Gymgirl: No. Her: Great! (hands us a token) Have fun!
We actually did have a lotta fun.
Although most of our fun is really the conversations we have with each other.
“Fun” is a relative term.
Me: I don’t want your mom to hate me. Her: Oh, don’t worry…she already does. Me: Waitwhatnow? Her: (dismissively) Look at it this way: You can only go up.
Location: yesterday morning, running outdoors in slippers with a pecan pie
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Went out to Queens twice this past weekend. The first time was with the boy and the Gymgirl when we stopped by a Chinese joint in Flushing.
Waitress: Does he speak Chinese? Me: About as well as I do.
Then, on Sunday, my buddy Pac took the Gymgirl, my cousin, her fella, and me out to Korean restaurant out in Queens. (Eating’s a big thing for my friends and me.)
Her: There’s a great place in Murray Hill, Mapo. Me: That’s one block from my childhood home!
The Gymgirl and I got there a little early so I walked her to my home and showed her my old digs.
Me: Alison was the last person I brought here over a decade ago. Her: I’m sorry.
I looked where we were heading and saw the train tracks from my youth and crossed the street. Was gonna mention why to the Gymgirl but decided that was too dark for the day. Not that we didn’t veer dark.
Me: I can show you pretty much every place I got beat up. Cousin: You remember that?! Cousin’s fella: We never forget getting beat up.
Her: I’ll watch that. Me: What? Her: That film you just mentioned, “Hans Solo?” Me: HAN! It’s HAN Solo. He’s not Swedish. Her: Han? Well, that’s a dumb name.
It was an oddly busy weekend. The Gymgirl and I stayed in and watched a film on Friday and my buddies Bryson and Steele were both supposed to come by early Saturday morning but Bryson was stuck in DC.
Him: It’s the grand opening of our DC restaurant and we’re running into issues so I’m gonna be stuck here. Me: These are the types of things one can’t make up.
So Steele, his wife, and his kid came by and met the Gymgirl and also got to know my kid now that he’s talking.
Steele: (laughing) And you were worried he’d never speak. Me: Well, that’s long gone now. Him: I brought a greek lasagne with a bechamel sauce. Me: You had me at lasagne.
Afterward, the Gymgirl and I went to the gym for a few hours. While we were out, I had a roast going in the sous vide machine that Steele gave me a while ago, which was a lucky thing because my cousin and my comfortable pants buddy came by after dinner.
Him: Your girlfriend invited me to your home for dinner. Be prepared. Me: I’ll put a stop to that. Serving at 5:30PM. Don’t bring more carbs.
We ended up playing Pictionary and the Gymgirl and I were doing ok when the Gymgirl started drawing that picture you see above…
Me: (five seconds in) Mae West? Her: How did you get Mae West!? How did you possibly get that?! Him: He only knows that because she was probably popular when he was kid.
Then the very next day, went with the boy and the Gymgirl to my friend’s Bagman’s house in Westchester this past weekend where we were served a ton of amazing food.
And there was also some stupid human tricks, which really made the trip.
All-in-all it was a great weekend with family and friends.
Wouldn’t mind a few more of those if I could get them.
Me: I ate too much. Do you have any fat pants for me to wear? Him: Logan! You don’t go to someone’s house and ask to wear their clothes! His girlfriend: Ignore him. I’ll get you a pair. Me: (5 minutes later) God, I’m so comfortable right now.
Went to watch the fights over at a buddy’s place the other day. Think that the past three years, the people I’ve spent the most time with are from my gym.
Initially, it was because they were the only people I saw since I only ever was at my pad, the hospital, or the gym. Unless one of my buddies showed up at one of those places, didn’t see them, even if they were just around the way.
Now, it’s just because they’re part of the landscape of my life these days.
In some sense, I’m a tabula rasa to them. A guy mentioned off-handily, Who knew you were a womanizer? which made me laugh.
Me: Don’t get it twisted, I wasn’t very good. Him: Is that true? Me: No. (shaking head) I was excellent.
So much of who I once was is gone. Don’t think of that as a good thing or a bad thing. It’s just a thing, I suppose.
I suspect that to most of the guys at my gym that I’m just this old widower with a kid that hangs out with the Gymgirl, eats everything in sight, and washes his hands like a madman.
You know, I’ve got two closets with about 15 suits, an untold number of shirts and ties that I never wear but I wear the same five or six athletic clothes over-and-over again. Literally never wear anything from my old life.
Which makes sense, I suppose, since I never wear that life anymore either.
I am wearing some incredibly comfortable borrowed pants in this pic below, though. That’s a borrowed dog too.
A dear friend called me recently.
Her: Are you ever free for lunch? There’s some business we could do. Me: I dunnno, I’m pretty busy with the kid. Her: XXX is involved. You know how much money he’s made in the past for our guys. There’s a lotta money to be made, Logan. One lunch. Me: I’d love to see you. But I’m not that guy any more.
This book called Captains Courageous had a character named Penn. Penn was once this fella named Jacob Boller that watched his entire family die before his eyes and his mind snapped. He stopped being Jacob Boller and became Penn, a completely different person – although, every once in a while, Jacob would come out.
Don’t think I’m anywhere near that degree but right now, I’m so different from the person I used to be.
I’ve gone from being this ruthless capitalist husband to being a 1950s house-wife.
And that’s fine with me. So little matters to me anymore. Pretty much just the kid and the Gymgirl.
Me: (dropping plate of food) Son: (running in) Are you ok? Me: Yes. (thinking) You know, your momma used to ask why I was always dropping things. Him: Momma? She’s in Queens. Me: (shocked, slowly shaking head) No, boy. No she’s not in Queens. She’s…away. But she misses you, that I know. (smiling) Cm’on, I’ll make you another sandwich. Him: Peanut butter! Me: But, of course!
The kid started going to a five-day-a-week school recently.
When I arrived to pick him up, the teacher wanted to talk to me.
It seems they took his thermos out of his lunchbox, and – for some inexplicable reason – thought it was some other kid’s thermos and wrote that kid’s name on it.
It was annoying but an honest mistake and they felt terrible about it.
I was gonna buy him a new one when I remembered that when Alison moved in here, she bought a multipack of these things called Magic Erasers (that’s what the cap’s sitting on in the pic above) and scrubbed both bathrooms methodically until they sparkled.
She was so proud. She said that Magic Erasers were her favourite cleaning product ever.
I spent a solid 20 minutes going through the entire utility closet and found a single Magic Eraser tucked into the corner and used that to clean his thermos – you can’t even see it.
That made me happier than you might imagine because I know that if she were here, and this happened, she would have done exactly that.