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Writing (and other stuff) until I can’t

2026-07-27T02:11:57Z

Writing this for me

Him: Why do you bother still writing? How many readers do you even have?
Me: I dunno. But, I suppose that doesn’t matter.
Him: Why not?
Me: (shrugging) Because I’m not writing for them. I’m writing for me.

We’ve been doing a lotta things with Scenic Fights lately, which means that I’ve been shooting more and more.

This isn’t a bad thing, per se, it’s just tiring.

Never realized how mentally taxing acting is until I had to do it – hitting cues, remembering lines, the acting itself, etc.

No, it’s not rocket science, but it’s definitely not a simple matter either.

Still, I know that I’m super lucky that I get to create content that people actually wanna consume.

I think I’ll keep doing it until they don’t wanna shoot me anymore.

Here’s a longform video we just shot a few weeks ago that the producers cranked out in record time.

Right after that shoot, I actually went with Sara to the Frenchman’s pad, along with my kali instructor and some of the other students for a random get-together – ostensibly to watch the World Cup, but really just to hang out and have an excuse to eat.

We actually spent the day with the fella sitting behind Sara – we’ll call him the Shooting Doctor for reasons that will become apparent in another entry.

Her: Do you want some ice cream?
Me: No. But I do wanna have more alcohol and chips.
Her: Go for it.
Me: Sweeeeeeeeeeet.

Speaking about cranking out content and doing things, I started this blog decades ago because so many of my other friends were doing it.

But they all stopped years ago and I’m the last one left of the people I started with.

I think that, ever since Alison got sick and I lost her, I’ve valued how much this blog has been a living record of my adult life.

I get to visit all my possible pasts – at least from September 2006 to now – anytime I want.

The funny thing is that I started this when I was 33 years old after a rando breakup.

Man, so much has happened since then.

But so much happened before that as well. I honestly wish I wrote back then because I would definitely like to revisit the Logan Lo of 70s-90.

Just like I visit Logan from the 00s, 10s, and early 20s.

Maybe, someday, I’ll tell you about my life in 90s and early 2000s when I worked in the clubs and was a struggling lawyer/tech guy.

Someday.

Him: How long you gonna keep writing?
Me: Until I can’t, I suppose.

Location: a pistol range and then killer Turkish food
Mood: ear-achy
Music: the fear gives me life and I swеar ’til I die I’m gonna do it my way (Spotify)
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A Walk Downtown and a Schmarathon

2026-07-24T02:41:14Z

The Portmanteau that is my life

Me: How’s your project going?
Her: Well! It’s not a sprint and not a marathon. It’s a r…
Me: Schmarathon!
Her: (sighs)

A portmanteau is:

a word formed by combining the meanings and parts of the sounds of two or more words. English examples include smog, coined by blending smoke and fog, and motel, from motor (motorist) and hotel.

The term “portmanteau”, derived from the French porte-manteau, literally is a two-part piece of luggage that was first applied metaphorically in Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking-Glass (1871) to describe the combination of words.

My life feels…weird these days, at least since late 2025.

Because it’s become a mashup of alla my previous lives.

In the past, like George Costanza, I kept the various parts of my life pretty separate. But now, I…kinda don’t care anymore.

Case-in-point – I had to help a relative with a real estate issue the other day so, bright and early, Sara and I met up with her down at the West Village – a place I spent many a drunken night in my late 20s into my mid-to-late 30s.

The work only took about 45 minutes or so.

Sara: What do you wanna do now?
Me: I’m feeling a little peckish.
Her: Do you wanna walk to Chinatown?
Me: That’s over a mile away, baby.
Her: (shrugging) It’s a nice day. Let’s go for a walk.

So, off we went.

Along the way, I pointed out alla the places that I used to haunt in my younger days.

Me: I can’t believe how different everything is but…still familiar.
Her: I believe it. You’ve been here a long time.
Me: My whole life.

After only about 30 mins, we found ourselves in SoHo, where we ducked into the TJ Maxx to cool off.

Ended up buying a couplea shirts before going back on our way.

Me: Let’s turn here.
Her: Sure. Why?
Me: This is Rain’s old pad. (standing in front of the coffee shop) Man, you have no idea how many nights I’ve spent here and many cups of coffee I’ve had in this joint.
Her: I can imagine.

We walked into Little Italy…

…before turning into Chinatown, where she got herself some chrysanthemum tea and a sweet bun.I decided not to eat anything after all, because I’ve definitely been eating a lot, lately.

We continued walking down to the court houses…

…towards Tribeca.

Her: What is that? (points)
Me: That looks just like The Bean.
Her: It does! Let’s take a look.

Her: Where are we now?
Me: (pointing) That is the Triangle Below Canal – Tri. Bec. A.
Her: Ah. I’ve been to that station…with you, I think.
Me: I vaguely recall that. I’ve spent many a night here.
Her: Why?
Me: Back when I was young and single – spent a lotta time with Rain, Gio, and Paul around here.

And, with that, we ended our little walk downtown and through my possible pasts.

This isn’t – at all – the life I expected for myself.

But I like the portmanteau of all the little bits of my life that it’s become.

The company doesn’t hurt.

Her: Wait, shouldn’t it be a Sp-marathon?
Me: Let’s not be ridiculous here, lady.
Her: (sighs again)

Location: my local bistro with a German doctor I just met
Mood: super productive
Music: We scale these walls and jump through hurdles (Spotify)
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Self-loathing is a huge problem

2026-07-22T02:37:44Z

I have a theory

Me: Lemme tell you this joke I heard once.
Her: OK, whacha got?
Me: A genie appears to this fella one day and says, “I’ll give you a $1 million but only if the person you hate most in the world gets $2 million.” Before the genie can even finish, the guy says, “Done!” And the genie goes, “I’m surprised you agreed so quickly.” And the man shrugged and said, “Why wouldn’t I want $3 million?”

We all have these secret and semi-secret beliefs that we keep to ourselves or share only with a select few.

For example, my friends in real life know that I believe that people don’t eat nearly enough fermented foods and that a hallmark of what it means to be human is empathy.

These are the kinda things that either one:

1. doesn’t normally bring up in everyday conversation, or
2. shouldn’t bring up in everyday conversation.

But recently, Hunter Biden said something that I’ve believed for years decades, which is that the most bigoted and angry conservative politicians that vote against LGBTQ+ rights are secretly closeted homosexuals that are deeply unhappy.

And it’s their internalized struggles that cause them shame and manifest in angry obscene rhetoric and homophobic policies against the LGBTQ+ community.

So, personally, I’ve always had this theory that, the more homophobic you are, the more likely it is that you’re gay yourself and just hate yourself for it.

Time-and-time again, we’ve seen things that seem to bear this out.

I mean, the number of examples we have are ridic:

The fact that whenever there’s a large conservative meeting, there’s always an uptick in Grindr – a gay dating/hookup site – activity in that area.
The number of formerly anti-gay crusaders like John Smid, the leader of a homosexual conversion group that ended up marrying another male pastor like himself.
Ken Mehlman: The former chairman of the Republican National Committee, and manager of George W. Bush’s 2004 presidential campaign, heavily touted anti-same-sex marriage initiatives to bring out the vote. In 2010, he publicly came out as gay.
Roy Ashburn: A California State Senator that never met an anti-gay rights legislation he didn’t like. But, the same year as Ken Melman, he too came out after being arrested for a DUI while leaving a gay nightclub with another fella.
Randy Boehning: A North Dakota State Representative who also never missed a vote denying any rights to the LGBTQ+ community. He was outed in 2015 after a man he was messaging on Grindr released unsolicited explicit photos Boehning sent him.
Ed Schrock: A US Rep from Virginia who co-sponsored the Federal Marriage Amendment to ban same-sex marriage. He dropped outta politics in 2004 after an activist leaked audio recordings of Schrock trying to solicit sex from men.

Those are just politicians. There are so many other examples.

If I listed them all, we’d be here all day.

Legit, every time I hear someone talking about how much they hate this person or that group, I always think: This dude probably wishes he was that person or in that group.

I think that so much of the misery of the world today comes from self-loathing.

There’s no way you can tell me the orange pedo and Musk don’t – deep and not so deep down – hate themselves.

Because they had awful parents and awful parents create awful kids.

I think so much of the world would be better if there were just better parents who loved their kids no matter what or who they are.

Even if they’re inveterate liars.

Man, Billy and Gertrude really knew what they were talking about when they said, The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

For me, there’s at least one person whose side, I am always on.

Here’s hoping that he’ll be better at being human than I.

Him: Can we video chat?
Me: Oh man, papa’s got…you know what? Sure. But let’s keep it to 10 minutes, ok?
Him: OK!

Location: a downpour, right outside of a hotdog joint
Mood: hot and sticky
Music: I hear the words I’ve spoken and everything comes out wrong (Spotify)
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Being squeezed out

2026-07-20T00:26:10Z

Plus, a gift basket

NFL: My boys!! I am in NYC Tuesday or Wednesday. Drinks Wednesday 7pm? Or some other time?
Me: Tuesday works for me if it does you two?
Thor: How about Sugarfish sushi on 74?

The NFL Player moved outta my hood to a completely different state but hit Thor and me up to tell us he was in town.

So, we all met and caught up at the same joint we went to the last time around.

We’re all thinking more about retirement these days, so we talked about what our plans were.

Their stories are theirs to tell so I’ll just keep that part to myself but my own retirement – and, to a lesser and different degree, that of my friends – has been upended by (a) all the AI activity in the market, and (b) the pedophile in office.

Despite being a life-long New Yorker, I do think that, at some point, I’ll have to move as well because of the crushing taxes at some point.

Me: The only reason why I’d pick Florida myself is for taxes and easy access to cruises.
Thor: Yeah, but you’d also have to deal with the weather.
Me: And the guns and people.
NFL: The cities are blue.
Me: Yeah, I think most states – including NY – are like that.

When I was younger, paying taxes meant paying my fair share and that’s something that I still agree with the Democrats about.

But, it always seems as if it’s the middle class that’s being squeezed and the ultra-wealthy aren’t holding up their end of the bargain.

I think so much of life is balancing youthful ideology with older pragmatism.

I’ve met so many people that talk with pride of never changing how they think or who they are in decades.

I wonder if they realize they’re bragging to me about how little they’ve grown in all the time they’ve lived.

After all, At 18 our convictions are hills from which we look; at 45 they are caves in which we hide.

Before they left, Thor brought us to his whip and handed me this enormous gift basket.

Thor: [My wife] and I are sorry we had to miss your wedding celebration (because we were sick).
Me: Oh man, you shouldn’t have – thanks!
Sara: (later at home) This is beautiful! [Thor’s wife] has great taste.
Me: Hey, Thor’s an artist himself. He could have picked this out.
Her: Maybe? I just don’t see him buying us candles, that’s more of a woman’s touch.
Me: Fighters are secure in their masculinity, baby.

Location: the West Village this morning, doing work
Mood: productive
Music: conversations travel in the space that we find (Spotify)
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Cosplaying as DINKs

2026-07-17T03:30:38Z

Very questionable

Her: What do you wanna do for dinnner?
Me: I can always do Persian/Arab food; we also haven’t done Slavic food since we went out to eat with [the Frenchman and Bryson] on the east side. I will literally eat almost anything, though. Maybe no Italian/pizza? But otherwise, pretty flex. Sushi?
Her: I’ve been wanting to try Mezze on the River, downtown?
Me: Great choice, let’s do it.

We’re continuing to cosplay as DINKs, so we hopped the train to head downtown as adults, sans children.

First, we had to navigate the Oculus…

…which is always super cool. Literally and figuratively.

Me: Man, that air conditioner is on point!
Her: Yes, but now we have to walk outside.
Me: Rats.

There was a lotta construction down there and there was this HUGE private pool that was sealed off that was blocking our path.

So, I hopped the fence to open the gate for her so she didn’t have to.

Her: I don’t think this is a good idea.
Me: (hopping over) Too late. (opening gate) Come on in.
Her: You’re 53!
Me: Eh. I’ll never act it.

The restaurant and views were gorgeous.

As was the food…

…and company.

Me: Man, I’m stuffed.
Her: Really?! You so rarely say that.
Me: I’m just not used to this amount of carbs.

So, we decided to take the long walk to the express train home to work some of that off.

Me: Hey, that’s Century 21. I haven’t been there in years. Did you know that I first went in there back in high school? I was trying to find something to wear for the prom?
Her: Really? Did you?
Me: Yep. It was very unfortunate as it was the late 80s/early 90s so my clothing choices were very questionable.

She ended up buying a few things for herself and I got a shirt for the kid for his new school before we continued our walk and then caught the train home.

All-in-all, it was a perfect summer day.

I’ll take as many of those as I can get.

Location: smokey NYC
Mood: cough, cough
Music: feeling ok, don’t let it get away (Spotify)
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Day Tripping

2026-07-15T04:11:58Z

DINKs

Oh, because of the stupid rat drama, I forgot to tell you that the kid did another recital right before his school ended.

He decided to play a cover of the Beatles Day Tripper – he’s singing but you can’t really hear it.

He was upset because he messed up a tiny bit in the middle, but I still thought he did great.

Now, just like we’ve done for the past few summers, while both kids are away, Sara and I got to live a DINK (dual income, no kids) lifestyle for a couplea weeks.

Her: What are you in the mood for?
Me: (thinking) Sushi? We haven’t done that in a while.
Her: Yes! Let’s do that. I know just the place.

So, off we went to a place just to the east of us called Momoya. I’d never been but have walked by a million times.

I got my usual, which is a dragon roll, and something to drink.

But it definitely wasn’t enough for me.

Me: I’m still hungry.
Her: I’m not surprised.
Me: Tikki Chick is close to us, how’s about we get some sandwiches and another drink?
Her: Sure!

So, off we went.

Ended up getting two chix sammies and cider – I didn’t expect it to be red.

Her: Do you want my umbrella?
Me: …Yes. Thank you.

Afterwards, we took a walk home.

Me: I’m still hungry.
Her: How is that even possible?
Me: Oh, it’s possible. (stopping) Whoa, these guys have a $9 chopped cheese!
Her: Are you sure you wanna do that?
Me: I dunno.

In the end, I didn’t, but it was nice having the flexibility to do that.

Plus, it’s nice being just the two of us for a bit.

But I miss the kid.

Me: Heya, are you free to video chat?
Him: I’m actually going out with my cousins soon, can we chat tonight?
Me: Oh, ok. Sure.
Him: Great, bye!

I’m not gonna enjoy when he leaves for college.

Location: 207 West 75th Street, NY, NY 10023
Mood: forever hungry
Music: got some time on my hands if we both ride together (Spotify)
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We’re all children until 33

2026-07-13T14:53:54Z

It is I

Me: I don’t think you’d recognize me back then with my glasses and double chin.
Her: I’ve seen pictures! I mean, sometimes I look and think, “Is that Logan?” But it’s gotta be, he’s the fat one!
Me: …
Her: What? You were a fat kid! You say it all the time!

When did you truly first feel like an adult?

As a kid, I woulda thought that I’d feel like an adult at 21. What a laugh.

Being at my mom’s place last week was interesting for a host of reasons, not least of which was that she immediately fell back into being my mom circa the late 1980s/early 1990s, and I resisted – as much as I could – doing the same.

That got me to thinking about an article I read recently where scientists had identified five distinct ages of the human brain over a lifetime

Now, I always felt like I was pretending to be an adult alla way up until I was 33 or so. That’s when the Reporter and I broke up and I decided I wanted to see what it was like to just date a lotta different women.

And I brought you along. See, I turned 33 in 2006, 20 years ago. Right when I started this blog.

Well, it turns out that it wasn’t all in my head.

The latest research shows that we all have four major mental changes in our lives that occur at: nine, 32, 66 and 83.

I have definitely seen my own kid change radically these past two years.

And I know that 2005-2007 were the most impactful years of my life up until that point in terms of personal growth – when I was 32 to 34. I met Alison when I 35 and I often told her that she wouldn’t have liked me if she had met me just a few years earlier.

Because I wasn’t the me that she met.

In some ways, after she died, I feel I reverted back to my old self for a (long) while. I remember thinking familiar thoughts from long ago for a while that I don’t anymore.

I have to thank Sara for pulling me back, honestly.

Years ago, I told you the story about St. Augustine.

The story is that St. Augustine was once this womanizer who once famously prayed, da mihi castitatem et continentiam…sed noli (“Grant me chastity and continence…but not yet”). It should be noted that he’s also the patron saint of brewers, as an aside.

Anywho, he was a frequent visitor of prostitutes before he changed his life around. Afterward, he went back to visit an old place and ran into a prostitute he used to know in that biblical way. He continued on his way so she tried to get his attention for his usual and called out to him, Augustine, it is I.

To which, he replied without stopping, Yes, but it is not I.

It’s the opposite for me.

I feel like I’m more like the me that I was before everything went down with Alison and my dad than I have in…well, I guess two years before all the madness started.

The last day I can remember – which isn’t necessary the last day it actually happened – when I felt the way I do now was when I was in Hell’s Hundred Acres so many years ago.

It’s almost as if I was lost in woods in winter all this time and found… well, not my way out, exactly.

Rather, it’s like I found a welcoming cabin – still in the winter, still in the woods, but it warm, cozy, and familiar. I could rest before the next part of my journey.

I’m grateful for the rest.

And I wonder what will happen with my head when I turn 66 for my next journey.

I hope I will still write about my terribly pedestrian life.

And I hope you’ll still read about my terribly pedestrian life.

Location: the studio for Scenic Fights
Mood: ex. haus. ted.
Music: the man I was before (Spotify)
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Staying home for the first time in decades

2026-07-10T03:31:47Z

She always looks like this

The very next day, Sara was going to her mom’s, and I was heading back to NYC – but not home.

My mom had some legal stuff that I had to help her out with – plus my sister and her entire family was away and I didn’t like the thought of her being alone in the house.

So, I went to keep her company for a few days.

Her: I’m not a child, you don’t have to stay!
Me: First of all, you’re not, but this might take more than a day to do. Second of all, your air conditioner is much better than mine.

Unfortunately, because of the timing, I had to cut my trip short with Sara because of it.

Sara: Well, I’m not happy. But I understand.
Me: And that, is why you’re the best. I’ll make it up to you, promise.
Her: You better.

Sara was such a doll – she even booked my flight back.

In North Carolina, it was so humid outside that the AC was literally steaming up the inside of the plane.

But I’d heard that NYC was even worse.

https://loganlo.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/VID_20260702_121051_DOLBY.mp4

I arrived at LGA in less than 90 mins – it woulda been shorter but I flew out on the 4th of July and the airspace over DC was closed so we had to go ten minutes out west and come back ten minutes.

Still, a LOT better than our return trip two years ago.

I immediately hopped into a cab and headed to see my mom.

Honestly, I really wanted to go home and be in my own apartment and bed, but my family needed me so off I went.

The legal work took a little longer than I anticipated – that, plus the heat was ridonk; the real feel was 107 degrees.

Her: Should we turn on the air conditioner?
Me: Nah, we can just sit here and sweat.
Her: OK.
Me: That was sarcasm! It’s 107, mom!

It had been well over 15 years since I last slept over there. Maybe 20 years?

If anyone felt like a kid, it was me. She kept cautioning me to be careful when I went outside.

Me: You know I’m 53, right mom?

But I get it. I think my kid will always be my little boy, no matter how old he gets.

And, while my mom looks like the photo above these days, in my head she always looks like this (I’m probably thinking of food in this pic):

Honestly, it was nice spending some time with her, just the two of us.

Her: You did such a good job by yourself with [your son].
Me: Well, I had a lotta help.
Her: It’s not easy. Being a parent. (later) I was a good parent, right?
Me: The best, mom. You were and are the best. I love you like a fat kid loves cake.
Her: (wrinkling her nose) What does that mean?!
Me: (shrugging) Just something Alison used to say.
Her: Oh, you were so fat when you were young. (laughs)
Me: (nodding) I’m not unaware, mom.

Location: the somewhat cooler apartment
Mood: pensive
Music: I’m just trying to find my way home (Spotify)
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Travelogue: Asheville, North Carolina Pt 2

2026-07-08T17:20:25Z

Hot as blazes

The next morning, we met up with alla Sara’s relatives for brunch.

And then hung out with them for some swimming, day drinking, and chips.

Nice buncha folks.

Forgot to take pics so here’s what I had for brekkie instead.

That night was the wedding, which was HOT.

Me: Holy cow, it’s 6PM and feels like 2PM.
Her: The sun sets later down south, Logan.
Me: I’m seeing this.

It was on the roof of the brewery from the previous entry.

Gorgeous day and view but hot as blazes.

I stayed indoors for as long as I possibly could.

I had originally brought a vested suit and dress shirt to wear but I heard someone say that shorts were allowed so I quickly pivoted.

Sara, unfortunately, could not as she was one of the bridesmaids.

I thought she looked great, though.
Poor Sara had to be in the 95+ degree sun for over an hour for the ceremony and pics.

The actual ceremony was pretty quick, which is good because everyone – myself included was melting.

I actually bought this tiny little fan that I kept on me the whole time; at least half-a-dozen people commented on that.

Him: That is genius.
Me: Yeah, I got it as soon as I heard it was an outdoor wedding in July.
Him: I should have done that.
Me: I don’t do well in the heat.

I like things that are clever and there were two rather clever ideas that the bride and groom had regarding the table seating.

The first was that the groom is a tenured librarian so there were two Dewey Decimal System drawers with actual cards on them that our assigned dinner tables.

The second had to do with how they met; they’re both avid rock concert goers and met at a concert.

So, the wedding was music themed with every table having an album (I guess they really are making a comeback) name.

Sara and I were assigned the Fleetwood Mac Rumors table.

I couldn’t wait to get in the air-conditioned main hall – and start shoveling some North Carolina BBQ down my piehole – so, as soon as the ceremony was done, off we went.

After a buncha speeches, we got to the eating, which was excellent.

Me: When do you think we can go up for seconds?
Him: I think you gotta wait until all the tables have gone already.
Me: Fiiine. (later) Do you think it’s ok to get thirds?
Someone else: Go for it, people are going for dessert.

On that note, even the cake – cupcakes, really – were music themed.

Obvs, they are Grateful Dead fans…

They seriously felt like they were meant for each other.

Her: I love weddings! I love love!
Me: (laughing) I can tell. (thinking) It’s good. Waiting for the right things in your life.
Her: It took me a really long time to figure out what I did and didn’t like. I mean, half the time I still don’t know what I like.
Me: Well, you know you like old Chinese men.
Her: (laughs) Yes, I do.

Location: back at home, eating dinner number three
Mood: still hungry
Music: I’ll tell you ’bout the time when I first met you, listen to our favorite song (Spotify)
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Travelogue: Asheville, North Carolina Pt 1

2026-07-06T02:30:59Z

Plus a trip to the Biltmore Estate

Her: So, I was thinking. If someone wanted to rob a bank, why not give ice cream to everyone as a distraction beforehand?
Me: Maybe you should just stick to being a teacher.
Her: You don’t think it would work?

Sara had a cousin getting married in Asheville, so the plan was to head down, spend a few days in Asheville, and then head back home on Saturday night.

Unfortunately, something came up where I had to be back by Thursday afternoon, so I had to cut my trip short.

Sara was super bummed but understood.

But, lemme back up a bit to the beginning.

This time, we decided to fly so we headed out to the airport and it ended up being a super-fast 90-minute trip or so.

FAR better than the 12+ hours it took us the last time we headed down.

But not without some hiccups.

Him: Unfortunately, we don’t have a car for you.
Me: I think Avis and I differ greatly on what the word “reservation” means.
Him: (clicking on computer) Sorry but…wait, you booked a car…four months ago?
Me: Yes, although that seems have been a waste of everyone’s time.

We ended up having to wait 40 minutes for a car to show up, which was super annoying, but we were just happy to get onto the road.

Since we were all starving, we hit up a cute little southern restaurant along the way.

It was good but not great.

Her: That was disappointing – I’ve never had that much black pepper in fried chicken or mashed potatoes before.
Me: Yeah, but it’s just as well, otherwise, we’d have eaten the whole thing.

Sara needed to get shoes for the wedding and there was a Belk along the way, so she went there while her kid and I camped out at the Barnes and Noble.

It was ginormous.

Me: Whoa! I’ve not seen records for sale in decades.
Her: Really? It’s making a comeback.
Me: I truly do not understand the world.

We got to our hotel – finally – and immediately crashed.

The next day, we did what Sara was looking forward to for months – a tour of the Biltmore estate.

Her: It’s the largest private home in the world!
Me: …yay?

She enjoyed herself but the weather really drained me.

In the main picture of this post, you can tell on my face that I just wanna nap; Sara is the Energizer Bunny.

There were some cool things to see, like an indoor pool…

…bowling alley…

…plus, a cool little operator-run elevator that actually still worked…

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…but I’m not sure I would have done the 2.5+ hour tour myself.

We ended up meeting up with her sister and her family for some beers near our hotel.

Me: They have a chopped cheese!
Her Son: YES!
Me: (after getting it) You know, they did a pretty good job here. And it wasn’t 20 bucks and tiny like at the ballpark.

Sara and I ended the night with drinks that she got comped because of her Hilton status.

The next day, everyone slept in and I didn’t do much at all during the day, (a) because it was hot as blazes but also (b) we were all exhausted from all the travel and activities.

I did have my first Firehouse sub, though – she got The Engineer.

Later that night, Sara had her rehearsal dinner at Highland Brewing – which is actually Asian owned!

I’m not really a beer drinker but they had kombucha and their air conditioning was on point.

After she finished up, we went to the bride and groom’s AirBnB for an informal pizza party on the top of a mountain.

Woman: Hi, my friend says that he recognizes you from YouTube.
Me: That’s cool! Why didn’t he say something himself?
Her: Oh, he didn’t want to bother you.
Me: I’m a D-level celeb, it’s never a bother.

All-in-all, it was a pretty fun night, and everyone was super chill.

I musta eaten my body weight in pizza.

But this entry’s getting super long so I’ll wrap up the trip tomorrow.

Location: back at home, melting
Mood: so. hot.
Music: I’m just trying to find my way home (Spotify)
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