I’ve an incredible Christmas with my entire family. I’m emotionally spent.
I’m on my laptop writing and watching Christmas shows. Doing what I love doing
I’m sipping vodka club and settling into blissful night of my own satisfaction.
It’s 10pm and I’m well into my zone.
My phone rings and it’s Duncan. My very best friend of 20 years who explains that he’s in Old City right now.
I’m half in the bag at this point and can’t believe he’s in the city.
He wants me to come out and hang.
Let’s be clear.
If I’m home and done work and don’t have to see anyone or have a date… once I’m home I’m done.
It’s like a vault. Once I’m down to the T-shirt and shorts and slippers there is no turning back.
I have said that if Alessandra Ambrosio was knocking at my door to come out and hang I would blow her off.
I love her and have met her, (See: Alessandra Ambrosio) and have the pictures to prove it and I wouldn’t come out.
But I love Duncan and this asshole is some how in the city so I have to do it.
Ha wants me to come to Amada for free drinks. For fuck’s sake. I don’t care about that. I spent the whole day with my family. I’m tired. There is no way I can come out and hang with you and your girlfriend and cousin.
Why have I not gotten on any notice on this arrival?
15 minutes later I’m in a Lyft and on my way to Amada.
For Duncan I’ll do it. We have history. Deep history. I have to see him.
I arrive. It’s great to see him. The last time we were together was when the Eagles won the Superbowl ‘
I love Duncan.
There is also a welcome addition. His girlfriend Misa.
I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about her.
I was so happy to meet her, and she is an absolutely lovely person that Duncan should probably marry. That’s how good she was. I thought she’d be like Yoko between John and Paul.
But Misa was wonderful. I wish only happiness for these two.
Later that night after I pounded a couple of free Manhattens, I told him that Misa was so amazing he should marry her or I would.
He seemed shocked.
I told him I was drunk and not to try to marry anybody.
But I can’t wait to see Duncan in February for the Superbowl.
EAGLES ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS!
We are so going to hang at the Ritz Carlton and sip expensive cocktails and nosh on some savory snacks.
I love Duncan and I’m so happy this fucker is still in my life!
Happy Holidays, one and all!
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