After Thanksgiving dinner, I always meet up with my HS friend, the Professor, for coffee at his folks. It's a nice tradition I look forward to each year.
After that, I meet up with Johnny; he's a multi-millionaire who owns 17 patents. Chances are pretty good you own something he made.
The interesting thing is that he's also the guy that first truly taught me how to fight. A mugger once pulled a gun on him but he...well, Johnny did bad things to him. He and I have our own traditions:
Niece: Uncle Johnny and Logan are fighting again.
Someone: Don't break anything!Johnny: (to me) What rules do you want?
Me: No elbows, no knees - oh, and no closed fists to the face, I've got a date tomorrow morn...Johnny: (punching me in gut) Don't be such a baby.
Friday morning, I woke up, ate a ton of ibuprofen and met up with a pretty Italian attorney. Our date went from coffee around the way at 11:12, to pizza in Times Square at 14:00, to saying goodbye after the Butterfly Conservatory at 18:20. We laughed so much, I can't even tell you.
But we're both swamped with work and she's off for business next weekend. I guess things'll happen however they happen.
I stayed in Friday night and most of Saturday to work but did venture out for a bit on Saturday night. I met an almost pescatarian, blond, Jersey girl that spoke German to me and told me I looked 26 when I asked. I also met a cigarette-smoking, brunette, Brooklyn girl that spoke Chinese to me and told me she was single when I didn't ask.
Sunday, more work.
And now (deep breath) it's Monday.
Music: the sirens sing so sweet and watched the sailors go down