Believing in myself
Her: Should we have a code word, like Beam me up, Scottie? Or Full steam ahead?
Me: Oh my god…
The next day, the Firecracker and I continued to work on our joint project.
But we decided to take a little break to meet up with her sister, brother-in-law, and niece for a quick drink around the corner.
There was a nice wine shop there; every time I see I wine shop, I stop by to check if they have my fave bottle of regular rum.
Me: I don’t suppose you have Captain Morgan Private Stock.
Him: No, sorry. But we have Bacardi.
Me: Yeah, no. It’s not the same thing.
The street was closed off for a block party and there was a band out as well, so we were all well entertained.
I got the table two dozen oysters…
Her: A dozen for everyone?
Me: No, a dozen for me, and a dozen for the rest of you.
Her: You’re gonna eat a dozen oysters by yourself?
Me: I believe in myself.
…while they got greens and fries for everyone.
Afterward, we walked over to H Mart where I bought a whole buncha frozen Asian food for me to cook during the week.
Her: Look, face masks! It’s great for your skin. Do you want one?
Me: Do I have a choice?
Her: I’m getting them.
Me: (later) I look like a serial killer.
Her: But your skin will be fantastic!
So many of my friends are dealing with some life altering things.
A good friend of mine gave me a ring over the weekend.
She and her husband of seven years were divorcing. She filled me in on everything that was going down.
Her: I’m so sorry to use you and Alison as inspiration for surviving this.
Me: Don’t. I get it. My life was a horror and I’m still around. I’m sure I’m many people’s worst-case scenario.
Her: It feels wrong.
Me: It’s not. It means that Alison’s story still matters in the world. I can’t think of anything that would honor her more, really.
It’s true.
Nobody told me that life would be so…tumultuous.
Location: day-drinking with her in an empty bar on 80th and Amsterdam
Mood: conflicted
Music: ran down 71st as fast as I can; I’m telling her everything (Spotify)
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