Monday, June 19, 2023
Rachel is 45
Jon is 44

Monday morning, we walked to Backstory Coffee Roasters to get coffee to go. That's over towards Rachel's neck of the woods, so we brought it back to her place to hang out. Unfortunately, the power had gone out, so we ended up sitting around with no TV or video games to distract us, and we had to actually talk. We sat around awkwardly for so long that the power started getting embarrassed and turned back on. Having won our little power play, we decided to head on back to Amore Coffee to round things out with more caffeine.

This time, we brought notebooks and laptops to make sure we got some good writing done. We got little good writing done. But boy did we talk. And we noticed that they have real butterflies in their little butterlyitorium thingie. I dunno… it was a glass case full of butterflies, and they were real.

All caffeinated up, we drove on back over to Rachel's place. She needed to tutor for a bit, so I walked back to the hotel and she agreed to meet me later. Turned out, that shifty bitch had other ideas. She was interested in this refined Mexican bistro called Pajarito, so then she expected me to walk this god-awful distance to meet her down there instead of just coming to my goddamn hotel like I thought she would.

Joke's on her. I Lyfted there. Anyway, I quickly got over it. Not only was the food delicious and the service impeccable, but they had toilets and air conditioning. We're still friends.

The meal came to to an end, and we figured we should move on, so we walked back up that god-forsaken street (#isaidiforgiveherdammit) and I swear, I only sweated a little on the way back. She had to tutor one more time at the end of the day, so I decided to pop down to the hotel bar while she did that.

Boy. Good thing I'm comfortable with myself and my career success. This random-ass dude at the hotel started up a conversation about what we each do, and proceeded to constantly neg me after everything I said. I write web scrapers, manage databases, and do data analytics for a living? "Yeah, I did that in my earlier career." I work for a consulting firm? "Yeah, I worked for the man for a while." It went on and on and on. At one point, he even randomly asked "have you ever met a millionaire before?" and didn't even wait for an answer before reaching out his hand and saying "well now you have" as if he was absolutely blowing my mind. I kind of awkwardly fist-bumped him, said "that's nice", grabbed the food that had thankfully finally come by then and wandered back up to Rachel, who was way less uncomfortable company than that asshole.

I promptly realized that the pizza that I brought up was not the vegetarian one that I had ordered. It was a barbeque chicken pizza. Thank god we had leftovers.

We watched The Terminator. It was a great night. Hanging out with Rachel is so much fun.