You’re like Cookie Monster
Stopped by the Surgeon’s pad the other day just to get the kids together.
It actually was his birthday that week, so I brought over some dumplings from the joint right across the street from him.
Now, last year, I got him a nice bottle of rum at the Downtown Assocation.
After I got insanely sick in the Bahamas, I told him that I’d – respectfully – probably not drink any more tequila nor mezcal.
Luckily, he’s been experimenting with rum and I’m hoping that I have another convert.
To wit, he mixed us all several different iterations of a Hemmingway Daiquiri.
Me: Oh, we had this on our first date!
Her: Yeah – you told me to eat that dried lime and I almost gagged.
Me: …sorry?
He even made a Japanese Yuzu Hemmingway Daiquiri.
The Surgeon made such absolutely killer drinks that I spent a solid few hours just passed out on the sofa as other guests came and went.
In fact, this was my view most of the night.
It was a really nice night, like always.
And I didn’t feel like death the next day, so win-win!
Me: Oh man, I ate and drank waaaaay too much last night.
Her: You’re like Cookie Monster, except you’re not as selective as he is.
Me: What?
Her: Well, he just thinks of eating cookies all day and you just think of eating all day.
Me: Fair.
Location: earlier today, my old gym, injuring myself with a weight
Mood: grumpy
Music: days turn into night like these when my willpower’s weak (Spotify)
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