Not actually doing it
Pez has been busy with life so I’d not seen her in a while; of course, that’s her story to tell so I’ll end here on that point.
But I convinced her to swing by the gym the other day so we could catch up.
There, Chad – who’d not seen her in a while as well – gave her her blue belt, finally.
This was something he wanted to do last December but Pez has just been busy, like I said.
We got lunch after rolling.
Me: I’ve been in the mood for a gyro lately. Mediterrian work for you?
Her: Sure! (watching me order a salad) Wait, I thought you wanted a gyro.
Me: This is essentially a gyro but without the bread – you gotta make concessions at 50.
Later on that night, I met up Chad again, the Firecracker, the NFL Player and his wife, and some others for dinner and drinks around the way.
They were going to catch the second installment of Dune but the Firecracker and I couldn’t make it.
NFL Player: The kids’ll be fine. They won’t even know you’re missing.
Me: Let’s not be ridiculous; I’m his favourite person in the world.
Him: (later) Last chance to change your mind.
Me: This is how Child Services gets involved.
They all left but the Firecracker and I still had a solid half-an-hour before we had to head back so we grabbed a drink at my old haunt Malachy’s, which just went through a large renovation.
Me: I feel like a fatty.
Her: It’s 100 calories!
Me: Yeah, but it’s a 100 calories I don’t need to have.
Her: Do you want me to order the hard seltzer for you?
Me: Nah, I’m pretty secure in my manhood. Hopefully, she won’t grab a pink can for me, though.
It was red.
Like I said, I daydream a lot about living somewhere else alla time.
But I don’t think I’d ever actually do it.
Location: the gym, getting my butt handed to me
Music: been telling everyone I’m fine but I feel like I lost my mind (Spotify)
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