It’s been a good time in Philadelphia hanging with Eleanor and sorting myself out.
I’m kind of at a loose end at the moment with no job. But I’ve been making myself useful doing some home improvements.
It’s good that Eleanor already has a network of people. I like her friends, but I’m feeling I need my own friends. A sense of independence.
The Phillies won the World Series. That was cool and I enjoyed the celebration on Broad. I’m a poser fan.
I missed the parade because I drove to Boston for Halloween. I posted my ride on craigslist rideshare and brought four passengers, full car. And two bikes. They paid for all the gas and the tolls. Cool.
It was good to see Jeremy, Jessica, Ezra, Courtney, and Kenny in Boston. But I had no interest in meeting anyone at the parties and bars we went to. What am I going to do with a friend in Boston? Two Bens became friends with the group and came over the last night. The small Ben was in a slump. He stumbled giving an example of a homeless person sign as “I will eat for food.” He was called out on it but instead of laughing it off, he tried to cover it. “Yeah, I’ve seen that.” The room fell silent. Then on the departure, he hugged Jessica and said “It was nice meeting you.” “What? We met a few nights ago.” “I mean, it’s nice meeting you again.” Again, covering it, not laughing it off. Bad move. Shitty.
I posted for a rideshare back to Philly, but I had a stop in Connecticut to record an interview for my dad. One person emailed me to say they didn’t need a ride, just something delivered to Philly. So I called up. This guy wanted me to buy two cases of Trader Joe’s two-buck-chuck wine and deliver it to Philly. I asked how much he’d give me. It would cost $48 and he’d give me $60. $12 service for fronting all the money. Not thanks dude.
