Me: (to Pac’s girlfriend) So, in the Queens place, there’s a sign that says 90+ people eat for half off and 100+ people eat for free. When Mouse and Chad turn 90, we’re going to make them regret that choice. Her: That’s some long term planning. Me: Gotta have goals in life.
And in the middle of dinner, someone had a birthday party there. Man, I miss indoor dining and birthday parties – can’t remember the last time anything memorable happened for mine.
Pac: When are you gonna move outta your Upper West Side basement apartment and into NJ? Me: I will stab you in your eye, man.
Speaking of the Upper West Side, Lviv’s back in town. She was away for a spell and hit me up the moment she walked in her pad.
She’s been thinking about new living arrangements and asked about my building.
Her: I doubt I’d move to UWS unless there was some good reason to.
I was gonna tell her that it’s the Upper Best Side but my life is needlessly complicated as it is.
The past two years, I cleaned things here and there but never really did what my mom did and just cleaned it out.
Mentioned alla this to my MIL when I saw her. She always says the right thing.
Her: I’m glad. Save a few special things, and then put everything else into two garbage bags and donate it. Alison would have wanted you to do that. Me: I know. If the roles were reversed, I’d want her to do it too. Her: Yes. (gently) Clean out her things, Logan. It’s time. Me: (nodding)
It was excruciating. However bad you think it was, it was worse.
Ended up dropping off seven bags worth of things at the local Goodwill. Screamed at no one about that many times.
Took until after midnight but once it was all done, I felt different. Better.
There’s never any closure but I think all the reminders of her everywhere added to my underlying sadness and complicated things.
I also put away her pictures, although they’re still out in the boy’s room, where they should be.
It’s a start.
Him: People got to know you through your blog, and her as well. It’s clear to everyone that you loved her and always will love her. Some of what you wrote was like poetry. (thinking) But I’m glad you talked to your MIL. She’s the only person that can give you any real advice. Me: Yeah. (thinking) It’s like a million years ago and like yesterday. Him: (nodding) It’s good. You did the right thing (cleaning out Alison’s closet).
I saw Mouse briefly the other day when some friends got together for AYCE Korean food and some axe throwing.
She’s quite good at it. Wanted to tell her about the closet and wardrobe but it didn’t feel right.
Afterward, she and I decided to get some dessert and coffee together.
There was so much I wanted to say to her, but she handed me one of her headphone earbuds and we just listened to music on the ride over.
Dunno what the future holds for us, if anything, but I’d be lying if I said wasn’t happy to see her.
Me: It’s no excuse, but you met me at a weird and awful time in my life. Her: I know, Logan. But… (shakes head) Me: No chance at all? Her: (laughing) Like a moonshot chance. Me: I’ll take that. (later) So, there is a chance.
Suppose you’ll have to read her blog to find details, if any. After all, it’s how I get most of my info about her these days.
Speaking of music, my brother sent me some song suggestions the other day, before I wrote my last entry.
Interestingly, one of the songs he said I should listen to was Be the One by Dua Lipa, and the lyrics actually work well with the story about The Taming of the Shrew, which I found interesting.
Me: The wait’s over 30 minutes? Why don’t we go someplace else? Him: This place has all you can eat sides, veggies, and ice cream. Me: Sold.
We stuffed ourselves silly. Being on this diet, it takes a long time to feel full – and this time I felt full, finally.
I had a good time. I feel like I’m faking it a lot but there are moments when I think I’m not.
Hopefully, in time, that feeling’ll go away.
Me: I want to have some ice cream but… Gymgirl: (stopping eating) Say it! Say it! Me: (confused) …I wish I had some peanut butter. Her: (reaches into bag and triumphantly takes out a package and hands it to me) Here.
Not allowed to get into specifics but my client asked me to work with him on another case, so that’s good.
It’s like that Alexandre Dumas quote, Nothing succeeds like success.
Had a long night on Friday; went to two events – one for a client and the other for my old friend Johnny.
Went to Johnny’s first, at Cafe Espanol downtown. It was the first time I had Spanish food since I went to Spain and it was just one plate of deliciousness after another coupled with pitchers of mojitos. May have had an entire pitcher myself.
Had some killer seafood and far too much of a 10-person sized portion of paella.
Him: Are you full? Me: Stuffed. Him: Do you want more? Me: Yes.
By the time I arrived at the client event, most people were already fairly snockered so I made my rounds and headed home.
I have a colonoscopy scheduled for tomorrow. So that means today nuthin but orange jello and clear liquids.
At least I did a lot of eating this past week.
Wife: Sorry you have to do this, I know how much you like to eat. Me: I love to eat! This is gonna be rough.
A wrassling buddy: We have to take it slow, I’m feeling old today. Me: I feel old every day.
I’m supposed to be meeting my buddy Gene from Flow Athletics at some point this week. We were actually supposed to meet up for a glass of rum but I told him that I didn’t actually drink much rum out in the world.
It appears that I may have injured myself a lot more than I thought. A week after I first got hurt, my injury hasn’t gotten better. So I – reluctantly – called up the doc today.
Receptionist: Have you been here before. Me: Oh yeah. I know the doc as a betting man.
Prior to getting injured though, stopped by this gathering near my home of some friends where I had a really bad, cloyingly-sweet pina colada.
Her: How is it? Me: Terrible. Do you want to try some?
The fun thing about this group of friends is that they’re incredibly organized with their gatherings, complete with save-the-date announcements, back-up plans, directions, AND a punch card.
I’ve only been invited once. I may not be invited again.
Me: …and that’s what I think about that. Him: (silence) Me: I like to meet new people by discussing religion and politics. Him: You should add calculus to that. Me: I’ll consider it.
It’s been too hot to cook so the wife and I went over to the local sushi joint. There are two other shows being shot around us right now in addition to Gotham so we’re constantly trying to get past crowds of people. A picture I took made it into the local blog, West Side Rag.
And then we worked our way home.
Her: I can’t get full. Me: I can’t either. Let me see what’s in the fridge.
Went out to see the rents yesterday because I was in their area and stayed for dinner.
Suppose it’s a by-product of growing up poor but there’s very little I won’t eat. Probably also a cultural thing; the Chinese have a history of mass starvation so we’ve never been really picky with food – that’s a picture I took walking around downtown of a Chinese restaurant called Taco Tortillas King that sells both Mexican and Chinese food. Sounds like my kinda joint.
I came across an article that noted that honey never expires – in fact, they found jars of honey thousands of years old that were still edible. It’s the only food that is ready to eat when you find it, whenever you find it; dried rice also lasts forever but you have to cook it first to make it edible.
I’m fairly certain that this can of emergency chili I recently found is still good, despite the 2012 expiration date. An article that just came out today says that I can still eat it.