Thinking about my dad with girlie drinks
In a last-minute decision, I decided to bring the boy out to NJ to spend the weekend with his grandparents so that the Firecracker and I could work on a personal project of ours.
To that end, I was scheduled to head out to NJ, drop the kid off, and come right back, for an approximately 180-minute, round-trip excursion.
Welp, my luck held ever to form. Because I dropped the kid off without issue but the return trip was delayed a solid hour, so my three-hour round trip took four hours.
Once I made it back into the city, I ran to the restaurant where the Firecracker was waiting for me.
Me: I’m so sorry I’m late.
Her: It’s fine. I’m just happy to see you.
We were gonna go to a restaurant that Pac had suggested to us but the wait on that was an hour, so we just ended up going to my regular joint, Jongro – the last time I was there was with my buddy Bridget.
The Firecracker actually wasn’t all that hungry cause I was so late so it was mostly me that ate all the food.
Even that wasn’t enough, so I ordered a pancake that feeds 2-3 people and ate almost alla that myself.
Afterward, we went to a rooftop bar called K-32, right across the street.
There were only a handful of other people there because it was supposed to rain (but didn’t) so it just me and her.
Since it was just us, I ordered my fave drinks: Oversweet girly drinks made of rum.
Me: Don’t judge me for my drink. I like them like I like my women: Sweet and with fruit. Wait…
Her: (shaking head and turning to the bartender) Can you do something to make it more manly? Like put a tool belt around it or something.
Bartender: (nods) I’ll fix ya up!
There were no umbrellas.
But there was a drink in a tiki mug.
Her: Hey, these are like the mugs at your place.
Me: Yeah. They’re tiki mugs. They’re my fathers’.
We struck up a conversation with the bartender and the waiter and got onto the topic of Scenic Fights.
Me: You should subscribe.
Waiter: Wait, Scenic Fights? I’m already a subscriber!
Turns out he was already a fan and that’s why he thought I looked familiar.
The bartender was young and, because it was just the two of us, really spent a lotta time getting the drinks just right.
We actually left as the bar started filling up and were home and in bed by 11PM.
Location: 8:15 PM, with the kid, catching a train at Penn Station
Mood: hungry
Music: Now my dark days don’t phase me even a little bit (Spotify)
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