I’m such a fickle Finny
RE Mike: Hey, where are you guys tonight? There’s a Chinese New Year Party [right near you].
Me: We just ate but is that [our mutual friend that I did work for]?
Him: Yup. Sick house. Come.
A while ago, right before COVID, I did some legal work for a fella around the way.
It was COVID and my brain was still a mess from: COVID, Alison, my dad, and a buncha other things during that time so that whole time is super fuzzy.
This past weekend was the first in over two months where Sara and I had absolutely nuthin planned for the whole weekend.
Was just gonna sit around and just read. It was gonna be glorious.
That is, until RE Mike gave me a ring outta the blue and told me that our mutual friend was having a party and we should swing by.
While I really just wanted to stay home, this guy put millions – legit millions – into converting a multi-family townhouse into a single family one with a swimming pool in the basement, a garage, and an elevator – just a few blocks south of me.
When I last saw it, it was a shell, so I wanted to see what it looked like completed.
Me: Shoot, we just ate! Would love to come just to say hi and check out but we can’t stay long. Would that be ok? We’d bring a bottle of wine or something.
Him: Yes.
So, off we went.
The place was…gorgeous.
And the food was amazeballs.
But, we literally just ate.
Ended up chatting with a buncha lawyers that went to the same high school that I did – and pretty much everyone I spoke to went to an Ivy League.
Met this one guy who was a doctor, competed as a fencer and wrestler for Yale and – even at 70 – still competed.
Me: That’s wild, man.
Him: I’m still pretty fast so I thought, “why not?”
Me: Working out, it’s the fountain of youth.
It’s true, I thought he was in his early 60s, and he thought I was in my 30s.
Afterwards, RE Mike, my friends around the way, and I all walked home.
Soon, it was just Sara and me.
Me: That was nice – it’s nice having these unexpected nights out.
Her: Yes. I was just telling someone that we live such an interesting life.
Me: True. Although there’s a lot to be said about just staying home and doing nuthin.
Her: Oh, you’re such a fickle Finny, Logan Lo.
Location: Home all day. Glorious.
Mood: busy
Music: It’s time to light the fuse again (Spotify)
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