Sorry, Bridge. I didn't realize.
Ben and Schuyler had me tag along for a (brief) trip to New York. Ben is entangled in a thing he's been trying to get out of for close to a year, Schuyler's his muscle. Brain muscle, if we're being specific because Ben gets mad and flips tables and says things he can't when he gets frustrated and Schuyler understands the law and works around Ben's emotions.
I went because they promised me a couple of hours of rides at Coney if I would be their assistant, and honestly I understand the law and can read the paperwork and am able to keep Ben level with some secret code words we use.
And it's not like we were going to bring Caleb, though he offered. So we took his plane. Thanks, Diabhal.
The whole way back we dissected the new Rammstein album because my German is broken and Ben's is as fresh as the day he learnt it all. Thanks, Wacken.
I wasn't actually necessary at the meetings and apparently they had 'limited space' in their huge expanse of offices (or maybe I was distracting?) so they sent me back to the hotel where I watched strange American television for a few hours and ordered room service.
Then we went to Coney, as promised.
Except that most of it was closed.
Memorial Day weekend. That's right. Schuyler said.
I can't believe I'm standing in one of my favorite places in the world and it's the week before they flip the switch and turn it all on?
I Facetime Lochlan.
Peanut. What's up?
It opens...soon.
No, offence, but good. It feels stupid that you're there without me.
I've been here without you before.
And that's stupid too (damn his revisionist history. Damn them all).
I can't change that.
Going forward, you bet we can.
So what do I do in the meantime?
Fly home.
Ben and Schuyler had me tag along for a (brief) trip to New York. Ben is entangled in a thing he's been trying to get out of for close to a year, Schuyler's his muscle. Brain muscle, if we're being specific because Ben gets mad and flips tables and says things he can't when he gets frustrated and Schuyler understands the law and works around Ben's emotions.
I went because they promised me a couple of hours of rides at Coney if I would be their assistant, and honestly I understand the law and can read the paperwork and am able to keep Ben level with some secret code words we use.
And it's not like we were going to bring Caleb, though he offered. So we took his plane. Thanks, Diabhal.
The whole way back we dissected the new Rammstein album because my German is broken and Ben's is as fresh as the day he learnt it all. Thanks, Wacken.
I wasn't actually necessary at the meetings and apparently they had 'limited space' in their huge expanse of offices (or maybe I was distracting?) so they sent me back to the hotel where I watched strange American television for a few hours and ordered room service.
Then we went to Coney, as promised.
Except that most of it was closed.
Memorial Day weekend. That's right. Schuyler said.
I can't believe I'm standing in one of my favorite places in the world and it's the week before they flip the switch and turn it all on?
I Facetime Lochlan.
Peanut. What's up?
It opens...soon.
No, offence, but good. It feels stupid that you're there without me.
I've been here without you before.
And that's stupid too (damn his revisionist history. Damn them all).
I can't change that.
Going forward, you bet we can.
So what do I do in the meantime?
Fly home.