Chuck and Chad(wick)
Chuck, Cho, Chad, and Mouse came by on Friday to wish Chuck a safe trip back home.
Me: Well, I already spent thousands this month on my apartment and health so I figured, “Why not blow another $150 on a smokeless grill? What difference’s 150 bucks at this point?”
Chad: Makes sense.
Me: We should invite Chuck over for a last BBQ in NYC.
Him: Let’s do it.
For anyone that’s been to my pad before, they know that the air circulation is low-to-nonexistent. No matter what I try to pan-grill, my smoke alarm goes off and it’s a sauna most days of the year.
I’d gotten the grill a while ago and decided to christen it and wish Chuck a farewell at the same time.
We picked up burgers, kielbasa, kraut, cole slaw, roasted veggies, potato pancakes, and drinks around the way, bringing them back and grilling everything up. We were supposed to start around 5:30.
Mouse: (walking in at 7PM) Wait, you haven’t started eating yet?
Me: We started a bit late.
Her: I can see that.
After we were done eating, we watched an episode of a food channel, an episode of hot ones, and then got down to serious matters, like board games.
We started with SpotIt…
Chad: My morale’s deflated.
Me: I gotta put that in the blog.
…before moving onto Exploding Kittens…
Everyone: How could you have that many defuse cards and still lose, Logan?
Me: It’s a gift, really.
Chuck: I’m going to throw a hairy potato at you. And not one of the cards.
…and finishing up with the classic, Pictionary.
Note that we were all two-sheets-to-the-wind – except for Cho – because he was the only one driving. Which is why I found the following exchange so amusing:
Cho: What is that? An eye?
Him: Eye circle?
Her: (shakes head)
Him: Eye globe?
Her: (eyes wild and wide, stabs picture)
Her: YES! It’s an eyeball! EYE GLOBE?! EYE CIRCLE?! WTF is an EYE GLOBE, CHO?!
Chad was laughing hysterically when he glanced at his phone and suddenly turned sober. “Oh, no!” he said.
Him: Chadwick Boseman died from colon cancer. He was 43.
Me: What? (taking out phone, reading) Um, I need a second, fellas.
I went into the back room, sat down, and just cried. That’s how it works, you see. That’s how grief works.
One minute with you’re with your fave girlie and good friends, and the next minute you’re in the back pulling up pictures of people you know you love and that you’ll never see again and an actor that you never knew.
You never know when life’s gonna hit that grief button. But when it does, holy shit…
I always knew the word, “grief-stricken,” but I never truly appreciated the etymological brilliance of the word until that moment.
It’s actually so perfect with how it works as a word, you are literally stricken – hit, bludgeoned, injured, wounded, struck – with grief.
That’s what grief-stricken means. Grief hits you like a fucking baseball bat, and you’re left gasping for air.
I was literally laughing one moment and trying to cry as quietly as I could the next. That’s what grief-stricken means.
As for Chadwick, that’s a whole different matter that I need to work through.
Chad: (leaning in) I’m sorry, brother, I wasn’t thinking.
Me: (shaking head) Why are you sorry? It wasn’t you that took her from me.
Location: alone in my apartment
Mood: Friday, grief-stricken
Music: Sooner or later in life, the things you love you loose (Spotify)
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