It’s like a salad but with alcohol
Saw my college friends – with alla our kids – the other day. They wanted to check out the gym. The kids had a blast running all over the mats.
Afterwards, we walked over to Shake Shack which is exactly what they all wanted.
I’ve known one of these guys since we were 16 years old – 32 years. It really boggles the mind.
There’s an older fella, that joined our gym that lives just a few blocks from my pad.
He runs a hedge fund, but used to play for the NFL, so he’s got a tonier address than I do. Much.
Mentioned to him that Charles Pan-Fried Chicken moved from Harlem to halfway between the two of us.
The lines have been around the block but he has people that work for him so he sent one of them to wait in line for us.
Him: What should she order?
Me: Definitely the fried chicken, the collard greens, and the ribs. God, the ribs are killer. Man, it’s good to have people.
She ordered enough to feed an army. Or just me.
Me: I’m going to kill all the chicken.
Him: Go ahead, we got it for you!
Because he used to play for the NFL, he’s a giant. But I think I ate more than him, which is a bit embarrassing.
I brought the kid over for dinner to boot, and his wife just adored him. It was sweet to see.
Me: (to kid) You’re making a mess!
Her: It’s fine, I have a son and remember this.
Me: You’re being too nice.
The kid literally just wanted the mac and cheese and the cornbread. He ate FOUR pieces of cornbread.
Him: I’m full.
Me: (scoffing) Yeah, of carbs.
Him: I love carbs!
Years ago, I was always the youngest of the people I hung out with. A number of them called me, “the kid,” a lot.
Since Alison died, I mostly hung out with people from my gym, who were all at least 15-20 years younger than me, making me the elder statesman of the group.
But, I’m trying to fix a buncha things in my life. One thing is how over-weighted I’ve been with much younger people in my social circle.
It’s fine, for the most part, but when you’re the oldest and most experienced person in a group, you’re usually giving information rather than getting it.
And, like I’ve said a buncha times before, you’re the average of the five people you hang out with the most and I feel my mind focusing on things that it shouldn’t be focusing on.
So, between hanging out with Steel and his surgeon brother, my college friends, and the NFL Player, I feel more like the version of me I was before everything went down.
Plus, I like hanging out with hyper-ambitious and successful people because their energy rubs off on me.
After all, it’s better to have success models versus failure models.
My life’s becoming interestingly weird again, which I kinda missed.
Later on, I invited the NFL Player out to eat some Chinese food to repay him for all the killer soul food we had.
Me: Notice something?
Me: You’re one of the only non-Chinese here. So, you know the food’s killer.
Ordered an obscene amount of food, as you might imagine.
We ended up grabbing drinks around the way – I ordered a mojito…
Him: What is that, exactly?
Me: It’s like a salad, but with alcohol.
…and some Hemmingway daiquiris.
He’s set on fixing me up with some of his friends.
Him: (showing me a picture) What about her?
Me: Oh, she’s pretty. But I’m currently…
Him: (interrupting) She’s worth half-a-billion dollars.
Me: Welp, suddenly, I’m a lot more interested. Although the last almost billionaire I dated was an asshole. Wait, you wanna set up a super wealthy woman with a dude that runs a gym?
Him: (laughs) You have your charm. (later) Let’s go talk to the singer…
Next thing you know, he’s shoving me in front of the singer at the bar we’re at.
Him: In terms of charm, out of 10, what would you give my buddy Logan here?
Her: (laughing) A solid 10.
Him: There you go. Logan?
Me: Jesus Christ…I can’t bring him anywhere. So, what’s your story?
Location: earlier today, learning a pressure pass with Pac
Music: know right here and now that I’d go anywhere with you (Spotify)
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