There’s something great about not going to work. This may sound like a silly thing to say but it’s true. The best thing about taking the day off in a city is you don’t get lonely. You put aside the packed coffee shops of the weekend, the endless traffic of rush hour and the hustle and bustle of downtown, and replace it with a scattering of folks, doing their own thing, enjoying the 60 degree day and those genuinely happy they’re not at work. The wait staff are friendlier, you get to see more smiles and it’s a lot easier to cross the street. It also helps that it’s a Friday, I’m sure.
I slept until 11:15 this morning, a rarity as you all know, when I was awoken by a phone call from my mother. We had a nice relaxed chat, which I can’t honestly say has happened in a while. No time to talk after work, can’t call home after 9:00 pm and it’s hard to catch the ‘rents on the weekends, so it doesn’t leave much time to chat. She asked about my social life (another rare occurrence) and I assured her that I’ve been meeting some very nice girls in the city. She asked what it is like to start dating after being in such a long relationship. I told her I think it’s fun. I can only say I’ve been on a handful of dates in my life, so I’ve got to make up for lost time.
My roommate rolled out of bed about 12:00, being the type of weekday lingerer that’s currently seeking employment, and we eventually made it to the diner by about 1:30 for breakfast. I got the Croque and Dagger, a fine compilation of French bread, eggs, ham béchamel sauce and gruyere, which most definitely has induced a number of heart attacks in its day.
Oh yeah, and we shared a bowl of fruit. It was cute.
Made it through a couple cups of coffee, talking of sustainable entrepreneurship, backgammon, cars and the remarkable number of cute girls walking by the window in the middle of the afternoon. What was that? That’s funny, I could have sworn you said something.
Moved on to the new coffee shop/bar with wifi, and a bloody Mary and a Stone Smoked Porter (comes highly recommended) later I sit here typing to ya’ll.
Well, off to drink champagne with some coworkers and eventually make our 8:45 reservation for restaurant week.
Life is good.
Hope you’re all well.
1 comment:
I suggest we make every Friday the 13th A.J. Howard Memorial Day.
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