Still crashing parties
After I left the previous party, I hopped onto the train to head to the Lower East Side.
Got off at the wrong stop so I had to high-tail it about a half-mile in the freezing cold.
Kept marveling how much that part of the city had changed since my old days of hanging out in Rain’s pad downtown.
Some things don’t change, though. Like these people playing ping pong outside despite the absolutely frigid weather.
I was the third guy to arrive; it was just five of us because others in the group already had other plans.
It was still nice to see everyone.
We ordered a buncha dishes…
…but didn’t get the King Crab – which started at $500.
Luckily, the table next to us did:
Speaking of the table next to us, I ended up chatting up with some of them because they had more wine bottles on their table than I’d ever seen in the past.
Him: Try some (of our wine).
Me: Well, I’m not saying no to alcohol.
As for us, my buddy SJ’s been playing prank on our buddy Gar for years – years – now, where he tells the waitstaff that it’s Gar’s birthday.
Afterward, we hit up my fourth spot for the night, a dive bar right next door.
Me: What is that?
Him: A pickle martini.
Me: A pickle martini?!
Him: (shrugging) I like martinis. I like pickles.
Me: (nodding) Fair.
Stayed for just a single drink before I left to make the long trek home.
Slipped into the kid’s room and he stirred.
Him: (sleepily) You’re home.
Me: (whispering) See, I told you I’d come home and see you.
Him: (nodding)
By the time you read this, it should be 2025 – blows the mind, really.
I’m super behind with entries just because I’ve been so active lately and there’s so much going on.
Bear with me as I try and catch up?
Location: The aft of a ship, watching Miami go by
Mood: a little under the weather
Music: Every time you smell sunscreen baby, do you see me (Spotify)
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