At last night’s meetup, we discussed our numbers. Not numbers as in how many people we’ve slept with, but numbers as in, are you a 1 (a person who loves kids, all kids)? Or a 2 (a person who really only likes your own kids)? A 3 (you don’t like kids at all)? Or a 4 (you love other people’s kids but don’t want your own)? You can do this with cats and dogs, too. So, I am a more of a 2 with kids (although I like my friends’ kids and my kid’s friends), and a 1 with pets (I love all cats and dogs).
We also discussed the Saturn Return, which we need to talk about more, but I’m too tired to get into it after not getting much sleep last night, so that will have to wait. But if you know what Saturn Return is and want to discuss, please do.
Tonight my friend Matt, who moved to NYC this week from Chicago, is coming over for a welcome dinner. I’m making sesame chicken with fresh green beans and either rice or sweet potatoes. Tomorrow is Yom Kippur and Drew will be in temple all day which means I get to entertain Jackson on my own from sun up to sun down. Luckily, we already have a breakfast invite to our friends’ place and there has been talk of bloody marys. Then, on Sunday we have a three-year-old birthday party in the ‘burbs in the morning and a baby shower back in Brooklyn in the afternoon. And then on Monday night, I have a friend’s benefit performance to go to on the upper west side, followed by Jackson’s 3rd birthday on Thursday and his party on Saturday morning. The next day, Sunday, I’m going to sleep. All day. And probably drink some pumpkin ale.
What about you?
p.s. I don’t really think everything is shit. It was just a sign I saw in a store window and liked. Lots of things ARE shit. But not everything. Definitely not love.