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Travelogue: Canada Pt 1 – PJs, casinos, and molecular gastronomy

Slay the day

Our first day on the ship was pretty uneventful.

We got to our cabin – which was pretty gorgeous – and unpacked.

Even though it was closer to her birthday than mine, Sara surprised me with a bottle of champagne in the room.

Me: OMG, you’re the best!
Her: I’ve got a few more surprises for you as well.
Me: Someone’s getting lucky tonight…
Her: (laughs)

One more really annoying thing was that we were gonna save some money and just have a window insteada a balcony since it was just the two of us, but we decided that, since it was our birthdays, we’d splurge on the balcony.

Well, that was a HUGE waste of money as there was no chance we could be out on it for any meaningful amount of time as it was freezing out there.

Anywho, getting back to our first night, we went to the Korean restaurant on the ship and had a feast.

While there, we crossed under the Verrazzano Bridge, which some non-natives asked if it was the Brooklyn Bridge.

Both Sara and I had been on a significant number of ships already but I gotta say that Virgin probably had the best food either of us had ever had.

But more on that later.

We finished off the night at the nightclub there for a pajama party – where everyone was dressed in PJs.

We were pretty entertained.

As we were walking around…

Him: I know you! Where do I know you?
Sara: Do you watch a lotta YouTube?
Him: Yes?
Me: Do you watch Scenic Fights?
Him: YES! Logan!

It’s wild to meet a fan ON a cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic.

Not a bad way to start the vacation.

The next day, woke up at six AM and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I decided to hit up the gym.

Because the only other guy there was using the upper body weights, I decided to not skip leg day and focus on that.

When I went back to the cabin Sara was awake, so I brought her a cup of coffee.

We went to get brekkie where I ate my weight in avocados and salmon.

Me: If we’re not gonna go to Bermuda, I’m gonna make back alla our money in food.
Her: Sounds reasonable.
Me: It’s the Chinese way.

After brekkie, we explored the ship for the rest of the day.

We overhead one very sweet couple talk to the staff about how unfortunate it was that we were heading to Canada because they had flown from Canada to head to NYC to sail to Bermuda.

Instead, they flew from Canada to NYC only to sail BACK to Canada, to sail back to NYC, to fly back to Cananda.

Her: They were so nice!
Me: I know! Can you imagine buying plane tickets to Miami, renting a hotel room, boarding a ship, only to sail back to NYC, sail back to Miami, just to fly back to NYC? I woulda lost my mind.

Because Sara is a sucker for a trivia games, we ended up competing in one.

Outta maybe 60 teams, we were part of the four team finalists.

We woulda been the winners but, for the question: “What was the most popular social platform of 2009?”

We choose Facebook insteada MySpace and we had to do the runoff, which had a Wayne Gretzey question as the tiebreaker – we got that question completely wrong.

That was fine, though.

We had a cocktail party to attend…

…before headed to a dinner at their experimental molecular gastronomy restaurant, The Test Kitchen, which Steel woulda loved.

The food was very Wylie Dufresne-esque – both delicious and very, very cool.

We headed back to our cabin fairly early, but Sara wanted to grab a drink.

I figured that, since I’d have to break my intermittent fasting early the next morning, it wouldn’t matter if I had an afterhours drink, so I joined her.

Her: Actually, I want to try going to casino.
Me: Well, I know little to nuthin about gambling but let’s go.

So, that’s what we did.

There were a lotta technical issues – and some personnel ones as well with an extremely rude casino worker – but the casino manager was just great and comped us two drinks, which definitely made things much better.

Me: How much did you put in?
Her: $25? We can’t get it back, so we’ll have to use it all.
Me: OK, let’s go.

She did amazingly well – we ended up making back everything she spent and then some, plus the free drinks.

Me: I don’t want you to think this is how it usually goes.
Her: Beginner’s luck!

So, in our night out on the ship, we ended up making a few bucks.

We went to get some empty carbs to celebrate.

The next day, we were gonna be in Canada.

It wasn’t a sunny beach, but maybe – in light of our time in the casino – our luck was gonna turn?

Narrator: It was not.

Location: urgent care, waiting for an x-ray machine tech to show up
Mood: back-to-the-grind
Music: I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low (Spotify)
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A walk uptown

Three miles on the westside

Me: What do you want to do on your actual birthday?
Her: Honestly? I just want to take a nice walk around NYC like we did when we were in Pasadena.
Me: Really? That’s easy. I can make that happen.

Me: OK, I have an itinerary. Wanna see it?
Her: Sure! Whacha got?

We start at 14 St / 7 Ave
8 min walk to Chelsea Market
15–20 minutes at Chelsea Market
5 min walk to High Line at 16th Street
Walk 1 minutes to 23rd St and go to 10th Avenue and Hudson River Park
Waterfront walk for 12–15 minutes
Exit the park around W 50th St and east to 9th Avenue, stores along the way
Walking north on 9th Avenue to 852 9th Avenue and dinner
Walk to stores at Columbus Circle, train to 96th and home

Her: That sounds great!

Me: Crap.
Her: What?
Me: Did you see the weather?
Her: (checks her phone) Oh no!! It’s gonna rain. Wait, I know, let’s go to Hudson Yards. We can walk to the restaurant from there.

Me: Oh, but that stinks, I wanted you to get the city, parks, and waterfront.
Her: It’s ok. At least we’ll still get to do some window shopping and have dinner.
Me: Sweeeeeeeeet. Let’s go.

Me: You know, the last time I was here was with you. It’s so much busier now.
Her: Well, that’s a good thing, right? Oh, Kate Spade! Can I check out some stuff?
Me: It’s your birthday, for sure.
Her: Thanks!
Me: I’ll just get comfortable in the husband chairs. (later) Hey baby, we should get going.

Me: (walking past the Dyer Avenue / W 36th Street interchange) You know, when I was a young guy working in midtown, I’d never – in a million years – imagine there’d be all these expensive restaurants around here. Literally, this is where you would go to get shived.
Her: I can imagine.

Her: Logan, you gotta slow down.
Me: You know, walking speed is directly related to biological age. The faster a person walks, the younger – biologically – someone is.
Her: Yes, you’ve said that but… OH CRAP!!!
Me: What?
Her: OMG…eeeewwwwww…
Me: DID ANOTHER BIRD POOP ON YOU?!
Her: I hate pigeons, Logan. I hate them so much.

Me: Wait, aren’t we close to the restaurant?
Her: Lemme check. (looks up address) Shoot, Kashkaval Garden is on West 56th, not West 50th.
Me: OK, six more blocks…
Her: (after arriving) Finally!
Me: I’m starving.
Her: Me too.
Me: (after the food had arrived) OK, first of all, man, does it feel decadent to eat all this bread. Secondly, alla this is so good.
Her: The tapenade and the whipped beets are my favourites.
Me: Nuthin beats beets.

Me: Excuse me, waiter?
Him: Yes?
Me: We also ordered some meat skewers. Could you check to see how they’re doing? We’re about done with these.
Him: Of course!
Her: Good, I was getting full.
Me: Yeah, me too – I’m not used to eating all this bread.

Me: You up to walk to West 72nd instead of Columbus Circle to take the train home?
Her: Sure. We can walk off some of that food.
Me: (walking past my law school) Man, I can’t believe law school was 30 years ago. That’s…crazy.
Her: (after walking past Lincoln Center) It’s amazing we get to walk past things like this all the time.
Me: It’s amazing what we get used to.

Her: Hey, do you mind if we pop into the Apple Store?
Me: (shrugging) Sure.
Her: (after a few minutes) I was almost gonna get the new iPhone 17 but they’re closing in five minutes. I don’t wanna make someone stay late.
Me: Well, they do make a commission.
Her: I heard someone say that they’re not doing any more sales. I’ll come back. Besides, it’s late and I want to go home.
Me: Yeah, I’m exhausted – we walked three miles!

Me: (at home) Was it a good birthday?
Her: You were there, so yes.
Me: Sorry we didn’t get to do what I had planned.
Her: It’s fine. We’ll have lots of birthdays to do together.

Location: all up and down the west side
Mood: sore
Music: Look myself in the eye, feel the crack of a smile (Spotify)
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Our birthday month 2025

Coffee was a mistake

Me: How’s my old lady today for her birthday?!
Her: Ooch, my back hurts.
Me: (laughing) That’s the appropriate answer. You’re getting older.
Her: Well, you are the authority on all things old, Logan Lo.

Sara and I both have April birthdays so her sister and brother-in-law took us both out to brunch with all the kids the other day.

We went to The Ribbon, which is this fancy joint near Central Park a little south of us.

I’d never been and always wanted to go.

Me: I dunno what I should order; it’s brunch so I want coffee, but I also want a drink.
S-SIL: Get an Irish coffee – best of both worlds!
Me: That’s not a bad idea!
S-BIL: It’s late, I can’t have coffee after 11AM.
Me: I usually can have coffee up to 2PM.

Turns out that coffee was a mistake

I forgot that I drink half-caf coffee at home, so I ended up significantly regretting my decision later on that evening as I had an almost completely sleepless night that night, especially since I was worrying about my mom.

But, at least at that moment, it was worth it.

Sara and I – and my sister – share a birth month.

Sara’s having a milestone birthday but I’m just having a regular one.

Still, after a certain age, all birthdays become milestones in some way.

I’ll be 53 before this month is out – it’s really hard for me to comprehend as I don’t feel like I’m 53, and yet, I do.

Suppose I’ll figure out some way to explain it to you in the coming entries.

Location: all up and down the west side
Mood: sore
Music: the memory of late nights and coffee in bed (Spotify)
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Fried Chicken and Jenga

Not failing again

Him: Papa, that looks like fun. Can we play?
Me: (laughing) Yes?

The kid and I were watching something the other day and, on it, the people started playing Jenga, which I’ve not played with him since we found some oversized pieces in the middle of the street that one time.

So, we dusted it off and I played with both boys while Sara took care of some work around the pad.

I feel this will be the kinda thing that we’ll look back on and remember fondly.

That’s the hope, anywho.

I won one round and the kid won one round.

Me: I bought 11 pounds of chicken.
Her: Why did you buy 11 pounds of chicken?!
Me: I’m trying to cut down on my cholesterol. Plus, it was on sale. (thinking) Now, what are we gonna do with 11 pounds of chicken?
Her: I dunno, what do you wanna do?

Me: Man, I wish we could fry it.
Her: Fry it? I could fry it.
Me: Wait, are you serious?
Her: Sure, why not?
Me: You know how to do that?
Her: Logan Lo, I’m from the south. Of course, I know how to fry chicken.

Now, if you’ve been keeping up with blog for any amount of time, you know that the following are crack to me:

I’ve made pan-fried chicken a buncha times, but I’ve never made actual deep-fried chicken before.

In fact, I believe that this would be the first time in my (adult) life I had home-made fried chicken before – my mom had made some for me as a kid, but it was decidedly Chinese in nature not American/Kentucky…

So, with that, Sara cut up 11 pounds of chicken.

Marinated it in some seasoned buttermilk for a few hours and then mixed up a killer flour dredge.

Used an entire bottle of oil.

And got to frying 11 glorious pounds of fried fowl.

It turned out pretty amazeballs.

That’s her with the very first batch, which looked and smelled just perfect.

After the four of us – the two boys were pretty jazzed to have homemade fried chix for the first time as well – she and I chatted as we cleaned up the colossal mess together.

Her: So, I have a confession to make.
Me: What?
Her: This is only the second time I’ve ever deep fried chicken. The first time, my apartment filled with black smoke, so this was a much better result.
Me: I’ll say!
Her: I know my stubbornness is sometimes one of your least favorite qualities of mine, but here it played to your favor. I was NOT going to fail again.

Works for me.

Location: home, wondering if I should take apart my computer now or not
Mood: exhausted
Music: you know i like my chicken fried cold beer on a friday night (Spotify)
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Unspoken carbohydrates

Plus, a soccer game

The weather’s always super weird during the shoulder months here in the city.

Last week it was 34 degrees one day and today it was 76 degrees.

Me: Maybe we could meet up in the middle of the day if the weather’s nice? You head west, I head south and we meet somewhere in the middle?
Her: (thinking) I dunno. I’m such a goody-two-shoes…
Me: It’d be like lunch! You’re allowed lunch, right? We could meet up for coffee and unspoken carbohydrates.
Her: Oooooh, I love unspoken carbohydrates.

Speaking of carbohydrates, Sara’s gotten really, really good at making sourdough bread and she’s essentially baking us two loaves every week or so.

We’ve been keeping track and neither of us have gained any weight nor has anyone felt bloated or anything of the sort.

Plus, it’s nice knowing that we’re eating something completely homemade with only four ingredients: Water, flour, salt, and butter.

That’s it. It’s pretty amazeballs.

We made pizza with it the other day per a suggestion by my buddy Mark from Ithaca – it turned out ok but nothing spectacular.

We’ll keep at it until we find something we like.

The kids liked it though.

Speaking of the kids, I think I mentioned to you that my son loves soccer and that Alison was a soccer star in her junior high school and high school.

It must be in his genes because he’s obsessed.

Welp, it turns out that Pac is obsessed as well. He told me that one of the kid’s heroes – Messi – was in town playing against his team so I got the two of them tix to see the game together in Yankee Stadium.

Pac: Are you sure you don’t wanna go? There are three seats available in the section.
Me: Alison loved soccer but it was never really my thing.

Well, that plus I couldn’t imagine sitting on those hard seats all those hours.

But, after they left, Sara told me that I really should do at least one game with the kid, so he had one memory of me at a game with him and I felt so guilty.

I’ll have to do something like that with him one of these days.

Still, they had a blast and came home all smiles.

It probably didn’t hurt that Uncle Pac spoiled the kid rotten with stuff like soda and a bowl of fried carbs bigger than his head.

After they made it back, Pac and I headed to my local bistro to get some coffee and catch up for a bit.

Presently, the kid and Sara came by as well to join us for dinner, and we all chatted for a while until it was time for Pac to leave.

Afterward, I heard all about it from the kid.

Me: Did you have a good time?
Him: It was so fun, papa! Even though my team lost.
Me: (laughing) Well, you can’t win ’em all, kiddo.

Location: the gym, being turned into a pretzel
Mood: pretzel-y
Music: I’ve gone identity mad (Spotify)
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That sweet child of mine

A hellava guitarist

Him: Sweet Child o’ Mine? What do you think?
Me: I think that’s a great choice!
Him: Yay! It’s an old song so the parents know it.
Me: (sighing)
Him: What?

The kid had his talent show recently – like the last time and the time before that, he was the closing act  – probably because he’s consistently one of the best performers.

Although I think he’s the best performer.

I may be biased but…

Soundman: Is that your kid?
Me: Yup!
Him: (nodding) He’s a hellava guitarist.

That’s him above wearing a Scenic Fights tee-shirt.

He wanted to support us, which was really sweet of him.

This year was pretty eclectic with everything from jugglers to a science show.

And K-Pop Demon Hunters was clearly on a lotta kids minds.

But, for me, the kid was the star of the show – although he did have one little screwup

He got the biggest cheers and applause – which I was thrilled for him to have.

He was beaming from ear-to-ear afterward.

Afterwards, the kid wanted pizza, so I brought him to Patsy’s on the UWS but was so disappointed to find out it closed.

Sara: (checking phone) Looks like it closed in January.
Me: What?! Nooooo! I just checked, it said it was open. Man…

So, we went off to our usual bistro for him to get some pretty-good-but-not-Patsy’s-good pizza, but he ended up ordering pasta.

Me: Wait, no pizza?
Him: But they have vodka sauce!
Me: Fiiiine.

Alison’s mom came – like she always does. She’s never missed a performance.

Sara’s also never missed a performance either, which I’m very grateful for, and so did Sara’s son.

Alison’s mom gave the kid a gift afterward to reward all his hard work, which he seemed to really love.

Here’s a video of his performance; I had to crop it pretty small, but you can still get most of his performance.

There was a tiny slip-up in one of his transitions but I’m still super proud of him.

It was a great day, and I’ll take as many great days as I can.

Location: Hoboken, finally having some killer pizza
Mood: stuffed and beat
Music: Reminds me of childhood memories (Spotify)
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An unexpected night out

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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The annual college bday party 2026

It’s worth it, though

Me: I think this is the fourth year you’re coming with me for this dinner?
Her: Yup! The first was just a few weeks after our first date.

It was a pretty full weekend as I had to shoot for Scenic Fights both Saturday and Sunday; we have a new guy we added to roster, along with a special guest.

That’s them above.

I was chosen to work with them because they were both weapons specialists.

Both were very nice and knowledgeable fellas – really looking forward to having you all see the videos.

Now, the second day of shooting, I’d forgotten to bring peanut butter with me to eat so I picked some up across the street.
While I was in the kitchen, the studio manager told me that he liked my machete trainer.

Him: I have a real one, you know?
Me: Oh, that’s a good thing to keep in the house as a self-defense tool.
Him: Home? No, here. Here.

And he pulled out this really snaggle-toothed one.

That’s a tool that’s seen some stories, man.

Right after the Saturday shoot, though, I shoved some fried fowl into my face, rushed home, changed, and grabbed Sara.

We both headed downtown to meet up with my college friends for our annual birthday with Gar and Cappy at a restaurant called Essex.

Sara ate something off the day before and I was pretty beat from the shoot that day, plus it was all the way downtown, but it’s always a good time with them so off we went.

There were so many of us that we were all crammed together, which was annoying.

But it meant that we could all talk.

An old friend, John – whom I’ve not seen since this entry – was there and sat next to me so it was nice to be able to catch up.

Him: (to Sara) You married him?
Me: Best decision of her life!
Her: (shrugging) Eh.

Do you remember how I told you that Ricky always tells waitstaff that it’s Gar’s birthday every single time we’re out?

Well, the waitstaff brought out sparklers out for Cappy and Gar to celebrate earlier in the night…

Me: Well, it’s *actually* his birthday, what are you gonna do now?
Him: I told the waitress to bring another sparkler for him.

And she did.

Me: (to Ricky) You know, one day he’s gonna snap and stab you in the eye.
Him: (shrugging) I know. It’s worth it, though.
Me: Clearly.

Location: Trapped at home by the snow
Mood: cozy
Music: I could change my life to better suit your mood (Spotify)
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Italian for Chinese New Year

Queens and New Jersey

The kids had week off for winter break and I also wanted to see my mom as well as A-MIL, but the only day that worked for everyone was Monday.

So, I rented a car and we all piled in and headed out to see my mom first out in Queens.

Sara and I dropped the kids off with my sister first because we had to return some things that we ended up not using for our cocktail party.

But this was a good thing because it was also my nephew’s birthday and Sara’s kid wanted to show him how to hack something together with a Raspberry Pi – which my brother and I got for him – and they did they did.

Sister: I can’t believe it…he finally has it!

It was a huge hit.

Seeing how big all the kids are getting is a big kick in the head. Very bittersweet.

Because Sara and her kid were there, my mom insisted on cooking some of my favourite dishes.

I told her not to go to any trouble – especially because we were driving out to see A-MIL for dinner – but she did anywho.

The real issue is that my mom’s an amazing cook and I can’t say no to her food.

Sara: Should you really be having more of that?
Me: No. (taking more food) But I’m doing it anyway.

My favourite thing about that day with my mom, however, was spending about an hour going through old pictures with her and asking questions – questions that I never asked my dad but should have.

Me: Wait, you lived in Manhattan when you first came to the US?
Her: Yes. For just a short while and then we moved to Queens, and the upstate.
Me: Wait, what?!

I found this picture online of where they moved to.  I never lived there but my brother did.

It was torn down 11 years after I was born.

There’s a lot more I wanna tell you about that, but I’ll tell you some other time.

Afterward, we all piled into the whip and headed west to NJ to see A-MIL as the kid wanted to spend the week chilling with his grandparents.

We made it out there in pretty good time and then headed out to this really great Italian restaurant that I’d never been to.

A-MIL was really awesome with Sara’s kid, which I knew she would be; good souls are good souls, and you should always keep them around.

Me: This place is great – 15 years, mom, and you’ve never taken me here!
Her: (laughing) Well, I’ve never come on a Monday – didn’t know about the lobster special.

Which is exactly what we ordered…

The kid ordered a huge adult chix parm and killed the whole thing – this is AFTER he had a full lunch at my mom’s.

He’s def my kid but I do worry that I’m a bad influence on him.

I do eat quite a bit, but I also work out constantly – he’s ok because he’s so active as a kid but that’s not gonna last forever.

But I suppose there’s enough to worry about as a parent.

Afterward, we made the trek home, with the kid staying in NJ. Already miss him.

Have a new project I’ve been working on – I’ll tell you more about it once I make some headway on it.

Location: Chinatown (again – look, it’s the holidays)
Mood: stuffed
Music: One good day of the week and I’ll be up again (Spotify)
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Run for your children

You made it

Him: Look… (holds up belt)
Me: What? HEY – you got it! That’s my boy!

This was a pretty busy week, kid-wise.

First, the kid got a new BJJ belt, which he’s been hoping for for quite a while now.

Then I went to another one of his publishing parties at his school – it was nice that he was so happy to see me.

Then we dropped down to 0 degrees Fahrenheit with wind chill this past weekend in the city and we had a full day shoot at my old gym.

Me: Whoa! Why’s it so cold?
Him: The heat’s out.
Me: Get outta here.

It was way worse in that everyone else got to wear sweatshirts and hoodies, but I had to do all six hours in a tee-shirt.

I was absolutely miserable.

For serious, one of the guys was literally wearing his entire outer wear AND his costume while setting up while I’m in a tee-shirt.

Director: Whoa, your hands are turning blue.
Me: (teeth chattering) I am not unaware…also, I hate you.

Normally, I’m one of the fastest of the bunch to shoot his scenes but, because I was absolutely freezing, I kept messing up my lines.

Me: By the end of this video, you’ll know the mistakes that get people killed by Ghostface…
Director: You can’t say killed.
Me: Goddammit! OK. Sorry. “By the end of this video, you’ll know the mistakes that get people killed…”
Director: You can’t say killed.
Me: Goddammit! OK. Sorry. “By the end of this video, you’ll know the mistakes that get people killed” – GODDAMMIT!

Repeat about 20 times.

But I had to get my lines done because I had to make the kid’s recital, which was supposed to be at 5PM waaaaaaayyy uptown.

Because I wasn’t gonna make it, I wrote Sara and asked her to talk to his guitar teacher and ask if he could push it back 20 minutes to 5:20.

As soon as I cranked out that stupid line, I dashed up there, RAN outta the subway station (in boots, on ice, carrying a ton of gear and frying pan (part of the shoot)) and into the church where he was the next kid up.

Just made it.


At 1:52, there was a slight glitch with the video, sorry, but otherwise, it’s pretty good, I think?

Watch the video and catch the ending, where he saw that I came.

Little things like that make everything worth it.

Mood: still brrrrrrrrrrr
Music: Leave all your love and your longing behind, you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive (Spotify)
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