Chilled with Pb the whole day, had egg hash-toast for brunch. As N worked, Pb and I watched tv, mostly standups, I introduced her to Aisling bea and James Acaster.
In the afternoon, not too late we went to Amma's for early dinner. We ordered three dosas, the three of us N, Pb and I, and we overate. Way, wayy too much. So full, shouldn't have forced all of it on myself. Ugh. Had trouble walking. It was my treat to the gang, the meal, because the weekend had been amazing. Catching up after so long.
So after the meal we chilled at N's place and walked to the music hall for Hasan Minhaj show, a ten minute trip. Took us a solid thirty minutes to get in with the line and the checks and the phone holders etcetera. Until St and I discovered that there already were people in our seats. We went down to the box office to check what was up and found out that the tickets we'd been sold on stubhub were doublesold, we didn't own the tix.
St got into a bit of a fight but there was little we could do. He then took the bold decision to just sit on any seat and beg for mercy if anything came up. Which is what we did. We weren't bothered too much, the first twenty minutes of the show were a little stressful as latecomers were still coming in and I was worried about we'd been taking some slacker's place, but no, nobody questioned us at all.
The show was great, I should write about it later
We walked to the apartment, chilled for a bit, got joined by a couple more guys, and then took a large online taxi to Franford beer hall. Got fries and beers pretzels, the pretzels were far too salty and the beers just alright. I was not feeling like my full self. It was unclear what was up because there was no desire to interact or talk or comment but now I realize perhaps the recovery from the illness caused by the vaccine hadn't been complete.
Also EKS, who's a friend of N from college who was traveling to Alaska came over and chilled with us. She's adorable and so cute. Lovely haircut sigh.
For the second night in a row we were up until the wee hours of the morning.
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