My cousin says she stalks me on the socials.
I mean, we text quite often. But she has said a few times she has no idea what I am up to unless she checks my accounts. Wonder if I should tell her about this page. It would be nice to have two readers.
She knows my posts are on a delay. But still, proof of life.
Finally she’s like can you just tell me what you are up to sometimes so I worry less.
I didn’t even realize. But she’s her mother’s daughter. Of course she cares.
I sent her my itinerary for 2025 and said “so, saving money is going about as well as you’d expect.”
Today I got to show her why I don’t tell anyone shit about my plans.
I am going to (redacted). It was going to be a personal trip but I found a conference in there. So, I’ll pay for it but I am not using PTO.
Which is stupid overall but I am buried in employee expense reports right now and I don’t even want to do my own.
In any event, months ago I told (college friend) I’d be in her town. She said what would you like to do and I gave her a list.
She said great, message me 2 or 3 weeks out when you know what you’re doing.
So a week ago she said hey you might want to make your reservations for restaurants now. Shit gon be crazy here with the two events you’re coming in for.
Well, dear reader, I’ve been trying to make reservations but (town) for some reason doesn’t take them till (xx) days out.
So I said OK, I am free (insert list of times over several days). The only can’t-miss thing is an exclusive party on Tuesday that a good friend got me into.
She writes back I waited as long as I could for you but I ended up RSVPing to all this other shit.
Meanwhile Kelly’s like hey what days, and did you get two beds at your hotel ‘cus I’m coming!
Look, I ain’t mad. I am free to make my reservations and whatnot. Honestly if I work the whole time, I only have two days to myself anyway.
But still, I told my cousin THIS is why I don’t say anything, Just pop into town and leave.
People get to say “Oh, I wish I’d known you were here!” without the discomfort of all of us knowing we would have never actually met up.
My friend Jimmy near LGA said that to me recently. Next time you’re in the boroughs, call me. We must hang out.
Jimmy and I dated for a minute in college. I loved him to pieces as a friend. But I threw up after he kissed me, so that sort of ended that.
We reconnected when I was in DC. One day I said hey I’ll take the Acela up there and let’s hang out.
Dude was the most pigmented ghost I’ve ever met after that.
Literally, I had a bag packed and everything but didn’t end up going,
So, sure, Jimmy. I will absolutely call you when I go see (xx).
I just won’t use a phone or socials.
Which is what the lesson appears to be in the first damn place. Stay away from all electronics till after you’re home.