More fried fowl
The boy’s class had an outdoor gettogether recently at the park near my pad.
It was nice meeting some of the other parents.
Her: Oh, I’m a lawyer too. Kinda, I don’t really practice.
Me: Sounds like me. Did you go to law school here?
Her: Oh, no. I went to Yale.
Me: (laughing) If I went to Yale, I would have that tattooed on my forehead: “I went to Yale Law School.”
He had a grand time.
There’s something about seeing your kid joyous that’s gives you joy. This is him discovering a fallen branch.
It’s funny that I have to remind myself that everything is new and novel to him.
Also had a Scenic Fights shoot this past Sunday – which definitely deserves its own entry – and my normal babysitter had to bail for reasons I totally understood.
But that meant me scrambling for someone that I trusted to watch the kid while we shot our vids.
Literally called everyone I knew. Unfortunately, no one could make it – that is until Pez came in and saved the day.
Her: Yellow! I was just able to switch my Sunday, so I’ll be able to watch him for ya!
Me: Yes! Thanks!
She’s actually been helping out both with the kid and with the gym, the latter being a project I’ll tell you about later.
But, to figure out the contours of that project, we got some drinks and other legal pharmaceuticals to chat about it.
After a while, we got munchy and started trying to figure out how to get some food into ourselves.
We tried to get some wings at one joint but were thwarted by technology.
Her: Wait, we can only order on our phones.
Me: So, we have to download and install an app just to order food?!
Her: Yup.
Me: Well, that’s annoyingly dumb.
We bailed and just picked up fried fowl across the street and caught up at my pad.
Now I want some more fried fowl…
Location: at an Italian restaurant with Pez, the boy, Chad, and the NFL Player
Mood: fat…sooooo fat…
Music: Believe in me. Believe that life can change (Spotify)
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