A holiday dinner
Went out to eat with my office the other night over at Benjamin Steakhouse again.
They just moved offices so it was the first time seeing the new space.
The building it’s in is actually connected to Grand Central itself so I literally didn’t even leave the station to get to the office.
Which is probably for the best because winter’s here in full force these days.
I wonder if this is my last move with them.
Boss: Bloomberg News wants to talk to you about the blog entry you wrote for the company website.
Me: Get outta town!
Him: (laughing) No, seriously. We can talk about it more after dinner.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to ring them until a few days later and, by then, they’d already spoken to another IP lawyer on the matter.
Her: Logan, you’ve got to be the most interesting person I know.
Me: I wouldn’t mind it being a little less interesting, honestly.
It’s funny, before everything started going to hell in 2014, I woulda killed to be interviewed in a national press like Bloomberg News and I woulda called that night if I coulda.
It’s part of the reason why I was able to lecture in Paris and Malaga – I got in touch with people right away.
Nowadays, though, all that seems to be less important to me. Other things occupy my mind.
Me: I’m so sorry I have to run. I gotta get the kid.
Her: Oh, we all understand. He’s so cute!
Me: (nodding) I’m legally required to watch over him until he’s 16 but his being cute helps.
Her: Oh Logan, you’re all talk.
Me: Yeah, the day he moves out, I’m gonna be a wreck.
Him: Papa! You look nice again!
Me: (laughing) Glad to see you’re always surprised by this, kiddo.
Location: five hours ago, outside Alison’s apartment, remembering
Mood: conflicted
Music: you call my name and it feels like home (Spotify)
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