I gotta jet
Actually went to two more birthday parties, back-to-back, the other night.
As soon as I walked in, the lady at the front put a bracelet on me.
Her: This is for the open bar.
Me: Sweeeeeet. I’ll have a Hemmingway daiquiri.
Her: I’ll have your waitress get you that.
Pretty much had three of those and then an old fashioned.
I knew several people there, including my friend-from-around-the-way.
Me: How’s work?
Him: The usual. Our new offices are near your gym.
Me: Ah, we should grab lunch. (thinking) You know, I think we’ve known each other 20 years?
Him: 22. I met you the first day I arrived there for work.
Me: Jesus Christ. We be old, yo.
Kinda wonder where my life would be if I stayed in corporate America.
Don’t think I woulda met Alison or done kali or any of that. I woulda been a totally different person living a totally different life.
There’d be no kid, no Paxibellum, no Scenic Fights, prob no blog.
I’ll stop now before I meander too far down my possible pasts.
Anywho, afterward, I went upstairs – with yet another Hemmingway daiquiri – and immediately started chatting with a redhead.
Her: …but I’m leaving for France tomorrow.
Me: Shame. Everyone runs off to Paris right when things get interesting.
Still, I actually spent most of the time talking to her friend who offered to take pics of me and vice versa.
Me: Sorry, I have to ask, how old are you?
Me: Oh, so close…
Her: You’re not going to invite me downstairs for a drink with your friends?
Me: Tempting, but I have these rules, you see.
RE Mike: You should get her number.
Me: (shrugging) Nah, I meet women every night. It’s not a good fit. No sense in my wasting her time, or her wasting mine. The night’s young and I gotta jet. Thanks, as always, for the invite!
I’ll tell you about the second birthday party tomorrow.
Still trying to catch up on sleep.
Location: earlier yesterday, a huge Manhattan apartment, getting a new phone case and then running into my buddy heading to Union Square. Small world.
Mood: allergic to the world right now
Music: I can speak to you by saying nothing at all (Spotify)
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