D-List celebrity
After two days of being unexpectedly social, I was planning to stay home to drink my sorrows away alone in my pad when NC rang me up and up invited me to go out drinking with her and her friends.
Her: I’m going to Astoria tonight with Robyn and a few friends, if you want to join us!
Me: If it’s casual, I’m in.
I remembered my old rule of never turning down an invitation.
When I only know one or two people there, all the more so because it forces me to get outta my head and be chatty.
And that’s how I found myself in Queens in the middle of night having drinks with NC, Robyn, and their friends until past midnight.
Me: It’s been a strange and sad few years, Robyn.
Her: I know. I read your blog. I know about your wife. I’m sorry.
Me: (nodding) Yeah, me too.
NC and Robyn both said they’d stop by the gym, which is sweet. The gym could use a few more cool, tough chicks.
Saturday, I was determined to stay home. My therapist said that I had a tendency to ignore painful things and busy myself so as not to deal with things.
But, I decided to hit up the gym first which ended up being a bad idea because that knee injury got worse.
Afterward, I got coffee with another friend, who I just found out is an expert fencer.
She and I were in the middle of chatting about weapons fighting when the fella sitting next to us started talking to me.
Him: I don’t mean to eavesdrop but do you shoot short videos about fighting?
Me: Yes! Scenic Fights?
Him: I’m a subscriber!
It’s, honestly, super wild to me that people recognize me from it as often as they do.
Felt compelled to stay home for the rest of the weekend but then I got a call from someone inviting me the beach.
Her: Come out! Don’t be lame.
Me: Have you met me? I’m the poster child for lame.
Her: You should swing by.
Me: (laughing) One doesn’t just swing by the southern tip of Brooklyn.
Her: People do it all the time, Logan.
Later on that week, I went to see PT Steve at his PT shop to get my knee checked out.
Me: Well?
Him: You tore your meniscus. But it doesn’t seem all that bad. Just do the exercises you did before and rest.
Sounds pretty on-brand for me.
In any case, when I don’t wanna be social, I end up being way more social than I expect. When I wanna be social, it’s crickets.
Honestly, though, I need to rest up because we have another Scenic Fights shoot happening this Sunday.
Pac and I were going over our notes, plus trying to figure out how to get to an opening night movie showing that we all got invited to the following week.
It’s weird being a D-list celebrity. All I ever wanted to be known for is writing and being a good husband and father. If wishes were horses…
Me: We should be fine, three good-looking fellas like ourselves…
Him: (interrupting) Well, two of us are good looking.
Me: You rat bastard…
Location: earlier tonight, 14th Street, wondering if I should call.
Mood: pensive
Music: Surrounded by many alone in this crowd (Spotify)
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