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An unexpected trip to Queens

A Chinese Chicken Gryo / Shawarma

Me: Why didn’t you answer you phone?!!
Mom: I didn’t hear it ring!
Me: For over an hour!?

My sister was inspired by our trip to Taiwan, so she took her kids there for Spring Break.

So, when she rang me, I assumed that it was to tell me something fun.

Instead, it was to tell me that her husband hadn’t heard from my mom in a few hours.

Without giving too much detail away, essentially, my mom forgot where she parked her car and decided to take an outrageously long walk home(ish).

With the help of my brother-in-law – thank goodness he was home – she made it home and found her car but not until hours later.

Out of an abundance of caution, and because I always, always, always regret not seeing Alison and my dad every chance I could, I woke up bright and early the next day to see her.

Because it was so early, I took the same route I took to return home to Queens from high school – it had been years since I’d taken that route home.

It was faster than I remembered.

Maybe it was because I had my laptop and could do work, and that made the commute a lot faster.

I remember that my dad would sometimes be waiting in the car at the subway station for me.

I looked at the place he would usually park for reasons I can’t explain.

Dunno why I do things like that.

Stupid, really.

But in some reality, he’s still alive and he’s waiting for me.

I digress…

Me: I’m just worried about you.
Her: What’s there to worry about? I forgot where I parked my car is all. It’s not that big a deal.
Me: I dunno, mom.
Her: It’s fine, it’s fine. Did you eat yet? Lemme make you something to eat.
Me: It’s ok, I’m not hungry.

That last part was true.

Literally, the only time I’m ever not hungry is when I’m worried. And I was worried about my mom.

Didn’t stay long. It took me 90 minutes to get to her, but I only stayed for 45 mins because I had so much to do.

Just wanted to see and hug her.

If you can see and hug your mom, you absolutely should.

Since I was in Queens, I remembered that I saw this Instagram short about this dude in Flushing Queens selling this 2000-year-old Chinese gyro / shawarma thingy – and you know what a sucker I am for those things – and I decided to get one before I headed back home.

Essentially, I saw that she seemed like herself and my hunger came roaring back.

 

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So, I went there, waited in a short line, and ordered one.

$6. Chicken with a ton of cumin.

The bread was like a cross between a crossiont and phylo sheet. It was pretty delicious, I gotta say.

Realized, as I ate it at noon or so, that it was the very first thing I’d eaten all day – it was my first bite of food in 18 hours.

When Alison and my dad got sick, I dropped down to 140 pounds. I was skin and bones.

I know that I should spend as much time with my mom while I can.

Just don’t wanna think about things like that.

So, I think about stupid things like 2,000 year old Chinese gyros and push all that doubt to the side of my mouth.

Location: the gym, trying to impress this hot blonde
Mood: meditative
Music: we brave beestings and all (Spotify)
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Differently from me

An accident and loads better

Sara experiences the world a little differently than I do.

Her: Do you want an almond cookie?
Me: Sure. Where’d you get it from?
Her: I was downtown and I got lunch and the cashier pulled them out of the case and handed them to me. I got one for each of the boys too.
Me: (laughing) It pays to be a hot blonde.

Then literally the next day.

Her: Hey, I got you a Boston Cream donut.
Me: Sweet, thanks! How come?
Her: (shrugging) I dunno. I got a Dunkin and the guy at the counter just handed it to me.
Me: What is happening here?!
Her: Oh, they’re just being nice.
Me: That is so whack.
Her: (rolling eyes) Whack? The 80s called, Logan. They want their word back
Me: OK, that’s just rude.
Her: Do you want the donut or not?
Me:…yes. Lemme get some peanut butter.

This happens to her all the time.

Speaking of the 80s, it reminds me a little of this old sketch – that I saw LIVE with my brother when we were little kids – on Saturday Night Live in 1984 with Eddie Murphy where he’s in whiteface and experiences the world as a white guy and is shocked at how the other half lives.

Kinda feel that I’d experience life really differently as well if I were in her shoes.

Think of all the free carbs…!

In other news, I had to pick up some milk for the kid after the gym tonight, so I went to the supermarket that’s open late just south of my pad and, when I exited the subway, I was greeted with the aftermath of an accident.

Someone was not having a good night.

Her: Whacha gonna write about tonight?
Me: I dunno. I think it’s gonna be about you.
Her: Me? What about me?
Me: How you always get free crap while the rest of us losers don’t.
Her: Oh, stop. That’s a rarity.
Me: It happened two days in a row! And it happens all the time.
Her: (waves hand dismissively then brightens) I know! You can write how much you love me, how you can’t stand to be apart from me, and how your life is just loads – LOADS – better now that we’re married and I’m in it.
Me: I’ll get right on it.
Her: You do that, Logan Lo.

Location: the supermarket, looking for the last half-gallon of whole milk in the joint
Mood: exhausted
Music: Then be with me all the way (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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A Wedding Cocktail Party

A party in the West Village

Sara and I debated whether or not to do something here in the states to celebrate our marriage.

I felt that heading out to Taiwan and the photographs were enough, but Sara didn’t get to have any of her family around, while I did.

Plus, the ABFF and my friends around the way both felt that we should do something, so we spent a little time looking at places.

But Sara and the Surgeon’s wife got to talking.

Sara: Well, we did Taiwan and really just want to keep things simple.
Her: Let us host it here! We have more than enough space.
Sara: What? We’re talking almost 100 people.
Her: Oh, it’s fine. This place screams “event space.” We’d love to host you.
Sara: Wow! That’s incredibly kind of you to offer! I’d have to talk to Logan…
Her: It’s done! Yay! I love a good party!

Obviously, that was super generous of them and pretty amazing, so we jumped at the offer.

For me, I was happy to let Sara take complete control and just handle everything – her cousin Jen even came a day earlier to help out with everything, which was clutch.

The Surgeon lives in a converted department store in the Village so he’s got like 18-foot ceilings, or something nuts like that, as well as 2,200 SF to work with BUT we still had to be judicious with whom we could invite over.

I ended up not inviting any of my relatives – including my own brother and sister – as (a) I have soooo many of them, (b) I got see some of them in Taiwan.

I figured I would have something separate for them down the road.

Plus, we agreed not to invite anyone that I’d not spoken directly to in over a year as well, with limited exceptions.

This is why Sara and I were out in Queens the other day; we had to buy a ton of liquor for the bartenders that we hired for the party.

On that note, the bartenders were total pros that made three signature cocktails for us to have at the party.

Him: What are you looking for?
Sara: We only have one really hard and fast rule and that’s no tequila or mezcal – long story there.
Him: (laughing) OK, well, what do you want then?
Her: Well, he likes rum and I love prosecco.
Him: Got you. And a colour scheme?
Her: Oh, red would be great! It’s the color of good luck in Chinese culture.

But I was busy too as I also ended up running down to Chinatown that day to grab six pans of delicious dumplings – over 300 of them – while Sara took care of all the other food.

We ordered waaaaaayyy too much food.

The donut tower below was my idea, of course.

No peanut butter or whole wheat, though.

We did have a bit of a scare the week before the party, which was that Sara’s son got the flu, so that meant that my kid and I didn’t see them at all the week before.

She and her son socially distanced for the whole time.

Amazingly, he got better pretty quickly and the rest of us didn’t get sick at all.

Sara: OMG, if I had to miss my own cocktail party, I would cry so hard.
Me: Imagine if we both couldn’t show up!

But we were still stressed out because there was supposed to be a major snowstorm that weekend AND six people cancelled because of the flu, while one couldn’t make it because of a last-minute family emergency.

Still, all-in-all, it went off without a hitch, and everyone seemed to have a grand time.

Really wish I had more time to spend with everyone but, the way these things go, she and I barely had 10 minutes with each guest, but it was nice seeing everyone.

Me: Well, it looks like we’re finally done with wedding stuff.
Her: Yup! Well, ours at least. We still have weddings to go to later on this year.
Me: Is that still happening?
Her: Logan Lo!
Me: Right, right, yay, love…

Location: a locksmith, getting keys for the kids
Mood: potentially sick
Music: I bought a rock, I tied the knot, and I’m making her my wife (Spotify)
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My old ghosts

Always soupy grey

On the flip side of kindness, Sara and I were out at the Surgeon’s house the other day and I told them that Johnny and I stopped speaking.

When we were much younger, there were times I woulda called Johnny my best friend.

But, in the end, he chose money over decades of friendship.

Him: That was it? You never spoke to him again?
Me: He called me once, drunk. Didn’t pick up. There was nothing to say. I didn’t want someone like him in my life. Around me. Around my kid.

Because it’s one thing to be unkind to me, but to be unkind to a friend of mine AND betray a trust?

That I can’t forgive.

Because you can forgive most things, but you can never forgive treachery.

Which brings me to the Devil, whom I’ve not seen in ages.

Not since before COVID.

Throughout the years, I’ve ping-ponged between enemies, frenemies, and friends with him. We’ve had so many differences, arguments, times when I legitimately feared for my safety.

Yet, he was oddly never treacherous. Dangerous and heartless, yes. Treacherous, no.

Me: It doesn’t bother you? Hurting people?
He: Not particularly.
Me: Why not?
Him: Maybe they deserve it.

And now I’m left wondering whatever happened to him.

I suppose that, if he’s still out there, I wanted to say, thanks.

For so many things.

If nuthin else, a good Old Fashioned with rye.

This was 20 years ago. That may or may not have been him.

After all these years, now that I’m older, I finally understand some of the things he was trying to tell me when I was a young and hot-headed man, and he was the older, wiser fella trying to teach me something.

I think I’ve finally experienced enough of the world to understand what he was trying to tell me all this time: That the world was always soupy grey and only children see things in black and white.

For better or worse, what I thought was cruelty this whole time was – in fact – a form of kindness, in some perverse way.

I was just too naïve to see it.

On that note, I thought about one of our very last face-to-face conversations.

Me: (later) Why do even care?
Him: (laughing) You’re the last reliable guy in New York. In 20 years, you’ve never said you were going to do something and not do it. Out of all of them, you’re the only one that’s never let me down.
Me: That’s it?
Him: (shrugging) That’s a lot. Finding someone whose word isn’t just bullshit is a lot, Logan.

Well then, I suppose, for alla my faults, I’ve done something right.

There’s a thought that you never know whether something is a blessing or a curse until long afterward. I think the same is, roughly, true for people in your life.

Johnny, someone I once considered one of my best friends betrayed me, while the Devil, whom I called that in my head and hated at times, ended up making me so much of who I am today – in a good sense.

Even this late in the game, I’m still learning stuff.

Location: West 74th and Columbus, looking at what mighta been
Mood: wistful
Music: He’s getting ready for the showdown (Spotify)

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Worth keeping around

Just show them a great first date

Me: Wait, you have how many unread messages from guys?
Her: (checking phone) Hmmm, 1,021?
Sara: (laughs) That sounds about right.
Me: Man, it pays to be an attractive blonde female.

When Sara and I met up with Amanda the other day, we – like always – asked about her dating life.

Because now that Sara and I were married, it’s nice to live vicariously through her, the ABFF, A-SIL, and others.

Us: So…what’s the latest?

On a related note, the other day, I posted the above image on Facebook that someone sent me from rando reddit post (which I’ve since lost).

Didn’t think much of it – four friends of mine commented and I went to bed.

When I woke up the next morning, I had several hundred comments and, a few days later, over 400 comments.

Some were fine, with many of my female friends commenting how bad it is out there for them.

But the number of questionable – and I do mean questionable – responses from men really floored me.

They ranged from whiney and excuse-filled – somehow, a short, old, arthritic, minority widower is anything but average…

…to angry and…jealous?

I’m not sure how to understand this fella below, who seemed to be upset that I even went on 180 dates in 18 months, which is about 10 dates a month, or 2-3 dates a week – something I told you is totally doable if you just…do it.

It’s all so profoundly sad because men want to meet women and women want to meet men, but they are clearly speaking very different languages.

And what I found most shocking is that so many men were offended by the demonstrably true things I said: Which is that whenever a man goes on a date with a woman, he runs the risk of wasting his time and/or money.

But whenever a woman goes on a date with a man, she runs the risk of wasting her time and/or getting assaulted, raped, or worse.

And yet, men will say this kinda stuff without a hint of irony:

Did you know that ladies? That “men are assaulted at a much higher rate than women?”

It’s news to me – and, I’m sure, news to you as well.

In any case, he obviously doesn’t know that I met Alison after I got robbed of all my money, or that I met Sara after I gave up most of my clients and got robbed (again).

It *MUST* be because of money or something else that women like about me but not actually me – not because I’m actually a decent human being who can talk to a woman because that would mean, well, maybe it’s you, dude.

The funniest thing about that guy’s statement is that my oldest readers know that my fave thing to do while out and about was to see how many women I could get to buy me a drink in a night.

One night, I even got a girl to get guys to buy her a drink to give to me. That, my friends, is how you afford to go on a ton of dates without going broke.

No one ever dated me for my money.

Honestly, I’m not that good-looking, I’m old as dirt, I talk a lot with my hands, my back is just crap and the rest of my body isn’t far behind, I’m overly pedantic, etc.

And yet, I have zero problem meeting and dating women, probably because of two major reasons:

    1. When I was single, I put in the time. I got shot down, repeatedly. I most likely got turned down 2-3X more than I succeeded.
      • But when I failed (beyond her having a boyfriend), it was always my fault: I was too nervous, I was too forward, I was too hesitant, something.
        • That’s how you get better at anything – by not blaming someone or something else but by fixing the only thing you can control and change, yourself.
        • Do you remember when Alison rejected me? I accepted it and told her I hoped she’d reconsider…and then I immediately picked up three other women, two within the hour. It’s never the other person’s fault.
    2. The other reason? I respected the fact that women take a chance every time they went out on a date with me or anyone else.
      • That meant that when a woman did go on a date with me, I was always grateful they took a chance, and I rewarded them for taking that chance by being a decent human being and showing them a great time.

That’s it.

That’s the big secret, fellas:

Stop complaining, put in the time, and be a decent human being.

Being interesting and non-needy helps.

This singer named Craig David had a line in a song that I always told myself whenever I felt like whining: Instead of me feelin’ sorry for myself, gonna get me somethin’ tonight.

Because you can’t whine or anger your way into someone’s contact list.

Show someone a great first date, and they’ll come back for great second date.

You’d think this would be pretty easy.

You would, clearly, be mistaken.

Women have to go through thousands – thousands – of men to find one worth keeping around.

You gotta be worth keeping around to be worth keeping around, man.

Location: the gym, trying to survive against 20-somethings
Mood: annoyed and embarrassed
Music: it’s so late, yet, I’m so up for it (Spotify)
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Happy (?) New Year, 2026

A start is enough for now

Her: What are you thinking about?
Me: (sighing) 2015 into 2016 – ten years ago.

Another year’s passed.

When I was a kid, the new year was always filled with so much excitement and hope.

These days, it’s a lot less of that.

This was my room decades ago.

It’s pretty wild that it’s 2026.

I remember in 1999 how crazy it was that we were turning to a new century and millennium.

Over a quarter-of-a-century later, that seems like a distant memory.

In 2015, I had a pregnant wife I adored without end, both parents, a smoking hot career, and was in peak health.

And then, in a snap, it all turned to shit.

This was the view from Alison’s hospital room at midnight on 2015.12.31, exactly 10 years ago today. That was our wedding reception picture on the windowsill.

But I couldn’t even mourn all that I lost because I was suddenly legally, morally, and ethically responsible for another – tiny, helpless – human being for the first time in my life.

What happened the next few years was a lotta madness and haze that I’m still working through now.

On that New Year’s Eve between 2015 and 2016, I sat alone with my dying wife on the top floor of a hospital on the East River and had this exact view in the lounge area.

I remember how beautiful it all looked and, while terrified, still felt hopeful.

2016 into 2017, I felt a lot less hopeful.

In 2017, when I thought my life couldn’t get worse, it got so much worse.

And here I am in the start of 2026 with my son, who’s now old enough to be really interact with me, and Sara, who has been nothing but a gift since the moment I met her.

I struggle still with all of the darkness both in and surrounding me.

But I feel a bit more hopeful, now that I have the two of them as companions.

It’s not much, but it’s a start. And a start is enough for now.

Me: Happy new year!
Him: Happy new year, papa!

Location: an Indian restaurant, trying to warm up
Mood: hopeful(ish) and freezing
Music: Gotta find my way (Spotify)
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Christmas 2025

A treasured memory

Went to my annual office party the other day.

This year, we had it at Valbella At The Park, which I’d never been to.

Ever since COVID not everyone has been in the office at the same time, so it was nice seeing everyone all at once.

The food and the company were great, as usual…

Me: (to new attorney) I graduated Fordham Law School in 1999.
Him: Oh, that’s when I was born.
Me: (nodding slowly) I’m gonna need another drink.

…for the most part.

Boss: What book do you recommend?
Me: Hmm, for fiction, you really can’t go wrong with The Godfather but for non-fiction, I think that every lawyer, really every person, should read Getting to Yes.
Female Partner: You mean, Getting Past No?
Me: Oh, that was the sequel – Getting to Yes is a book on negotiation but really, it’s for anyone who wants to be able to negotiate well. It’s good for any relationship, including interpersonal ones.

It was only supposed to be for a few hours, but we were there some five or six hours.

Had to head home a bit earlier than everyone else to tuck the kid into bed because we were heading off later on that week to Alison’s parents for Christmas.

Moving forward, I’m going to refer to Alison’s mom as A-MIL and Sara’s mom as S-MIL.

Her family and I don’t talk much about Alison during the holidays but that’s because we don’t really need to. We know we’re all thinking of her.

A-MIL: You should invite Sara.
Me: Are you sure?
Her: Of course, we have plenty of room.

I think it says a lot about Alison and her family that everyone – from Alison’s sister to her parents – have done their best to make Sara feel welcome.

And it says a lot about Sara that she came and was just amazeballs with them.

Sara: I brought flowers.
A-MIL: Oh, you didn’t have to do that. They’re beautiful, thank you! I’ll get them into a vase.

A fella could really fall for a girl like that.

There’s a ton more I can say about all that, but I suppose that’s a story for another time.

It was also nice that the kid was completely oblivious to all of this because everyone was just great.

Him: I got a baseball pitching machine!
Me: Thank god someone’s here to teach you how to play baseball, because it’s not me.

It was funny because Sara and A-MIL had to teach him how to properly hit the ball – A-MIL played a lot, while Sara was on the softball team.

Me: How long were you on (the softball team) for?
Her: Eight years. You never played baseball before?
Me: Lady, you need friends to play baseball.

I got my own gifts to focus on, including stuff from the kid.

Of course, we had to teach them how to play Big 2.

A-SIL didn’t get it for the first two rounds and then immediately started winning.

Me: Sara will play this anytime, anyplace.
Sara: This is true.
A-SIL: Oh, I love games.
Me: Great, we’ll have to play this more.

This is the eggnog that A-SIL made. Usually, it’s just the two of us that drinks it but this year, Sara helped.

After a while, Sara and I headed back to Manhattan while the kid stayed for a few more days with the in-laws.

Me: (on train) Hey, I just wanted you to know that you helping the kid practice hitting the ball will be one of my treasured memories.
Her: Oh, it’s not a big deal.
Me: It is. I couldn’t do it, and you didn’t need to, so thanks.
Her: You’re welcome, Logan Lo. Merry Christmas.
Me: Happy Christmas.
Her: No one says that, Logan.
Me: Look, “merry” is an anachronistic word that only eve…
Her: (groans, rolls eyes)

Location: earlier today, Chinatown, eating carbs
Mood: happy
Music: hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near (Spotify)
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All friends are great…

…but your old ones are gold

Her: Logan, congratulations! Are you and Mrs. L free on Dec 13? [We’d] would like to take you out to celebrate.
Me: Hola, and yes, I think so but we’re in Korea ATM and heading to Taiwan tomorrow AM. Back on the 30th. Firm up then?

My friends around the way plus RE Mike and his wife dropped me a line the other day.

I’ve known them all for at least a quarter of a century when they all lived close by.

Said it before that all friends are great, but your old ones are gold.

We actually went to a new Greek restaurant in the neighborhood that I’d not been to yet.

The food was killer and RE Mike, being RE Mike, chatted up the owner, who spent a good deal of time at our table telling us all about everything.

Me: Thanks so much for taking us out, it’s really so nice of you.
Her: We wanted to celebrate you two!
Me: Well, thank you, we’re definitely grateful…and fat.

Later that week, we met up with the ABFF and went to one of her friend’s places for a holiday party.

Someone made some lasagna, which I have a hard time saying no to, and it turned out to be the fella that does The Dad Bod Pod, a podcast that interviews fathers.

Him: Do you want to do an episode?
Me: (shrugging) Sure – I’m not sure what I’d talk about but, I’m game.
Him: OK! You can’t take it back now…

OK, I realize there’s no lasagna in this picture. I forgot to take a picture of it. Just trust me here…

There were a whole buncha kids there and they wanted to head up to the roof so up we went.

The views were pretty killer.

Although I liked one view in particular.

It was a school night, so we ended relatively early.

Like I said, all friends are good, but the old ones are gold.

Firecracker: You have nice friends.
Me: Yeah, I try not to keep the douchebags around.

Location: yet another holiday party, this time with a lava cake
Mood: fat…so fat
Music: I bought a rock, I tied the knot, and I’m making her my wife (Spotify)
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