I woke up in bed, alone, around 4am. For a brief moment I thought to myself "Did Travis sneak out?!?", but then realized we were under quarantine. I got up, checked the couch. No Travis. What the hell? Then I realized where he was - yup, in Myndi, our roomies bed. Or rather, on top of the bed so as not to mess up her well made bed. I let him sleep, and went back to bed myself.
After 11 hours of sleep I woke up good and rested. Travis was still not in bed with me, so I made a point of nipping our disagreement in the bud as soon as he arose. This quarantine was just getting started; it would be a long few weeks (months?!?) if we were fighting throughout it.
As evening set we once again headed
over to South Street Seaport. It was the most neighborly hoods in our area and
the most likely to have things opened we figured. We walked around and grabbed
beers from
Later that evening I spent a very
enjoyable 2 hours with my friends from high school on the Houseparty app (if
ever trapped indoors during a pandemic, I highly recommend!). We hadn't all
communicated collectively together in nearly 10 years, or so, when our friend
Russell got married in Portland. It was great catching up on each others lives. Three of the five life in Portland, one of the Steve's lives in Anchorage (although is dating someone in upstate New York and may end up there eventually) and I, of course, live in NYC.
By night's end I was good and toasty, but it was a fun night overall.
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