It all started with a war
Well over a decade ago, my cousin, Ras, just graduated college and was wondering what to do with herself.
I remember telling her that most people don’t think about lifestyle but, for me, that’s the most important thing: How do you want your life to be? Do you want to wake up early or late? Be in an office or work from home? Work a little seven days a week or do a hard five and have your weekends?
I just had that same conversation with Chad today, in fact, but that’s a story for another time.
My cousin, however, took my advice and took on a profession related to mine, which meant a ton of tests over the years. She just took the latest one just a few days ago.
Since she’d helped me with a project recently, I told her to hit Mouse and me up when she finished.
Ras: That was sooooo stressful! Meet you at your place?
Me: Come on up!
Can’t speak for the rest of Manhattan but my hood’s definitely waking up from COVID; the three of us waited around for over half-an-hour to get some food around the way.
Did I ever tell you that it was Ras that introduced Mouse and me? That’s neither here nor there but I figured I should mention it.
I suspect that she had no idea that we’d ever get together. Then again, Mouse and I had no idea either.
In any case, we finally got seated, served, and started shoveling food into our pie holes.
Me: There’s something about day drinking that I love.
Mouse: Who doesn’t love day drinking?
Ras: I can’t finish my food, do one of you…
Me: (takes food starts eating)
Ras: I guess you want it, Logan.
Afterward, we went to a Japanese restaurant where I bought them all three rounds of drinks and some oysters.
We had the whole joint to ourselves.
And I told them some stories.
Me: You know, Uncle Jay told me stories about our family. Did you know for hundreds of years, no Lo was allowed to marry anyone with the last name Wei?
Ras: Really? Why?
Me: OK, it all started with a war and we chose the wrong side…
The bartender was impressed enough by how much we were pounding that he bought us a round of shots.
Me: It doesn’t feel right if there isn’t a round of shots when Ras is around.
Ras: Well, I am the Shot Queen.
Actually, I dunno if the bartender realized that it was the second time he bought me a round of drinks.
After that, we were all two sheets to the wind. Yet, Ras somehow made it home across the river and then met up with more of her friends that night for dinner.
Mouse: I don’t know how that girl does it. I’ve gotta take a nap.
Me: These are good life choices we’re making.
Her: Shhhh. Sleep.