A bar, a shoot, and some chix
We had to shoot Scenic Fights again this past weekend so I took the kid out to NJ earlier that week.
That also meant that the Firecracker and I had time to hit up our local dive bar and have a cheap drink or four.
Me: Why are they so loud?!
Her: Oh, stop being an old fuddy-duddy.
Me: What?! I *AM* an old fuddy-duddy!
As for the shoot itself, it was tiring but fun, as usual.
We’ve really hit our stride, I think.
Me: Wait, did we get 9,000 new subscribers in four days?
Him: Well, we got 19,000 new subscribers in two weeks.
Me: Damn, any particular reason why?
Him: (shrugging) Nope. We’re just going to keep doing what we’re doing.
Me: Works for me.
Afterward, I decided to splurge some calories on some fried chix.
Me: I could do a salad again or we can be bad and I get a bucket of chix?
Her: Let’s get chicken. 🤤
Me: I was testing you to see if you would be a good partner and tell me not to do it. You failed!
Her: (laughing) Sorry! We can eat it with a salad.
Me: No, seriously, I’ll get some chix.
Ended up heading to Jollibee for the third time in my life.
I need some self-control.
Location: earlier today, Broadway in front of a clothing store, asking a homeless person if they needed socks
Mood: full of fried chix
Music: gathering my strength to push on through (Spotify)
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