Em Indelicato
It's one-in-the-morning already again. I'm making a bad habit of staying up to late, messing around on my phone. At least I have Bingus to keep me company. I'm still a little drunk off the burlesque-body-shot-tequila, so maybe I just have to ride that out before I can tuck myself in.
Fast-forward: the sun's getting roused before I can even think about moving. Thank god it's a WFH day. I'm making a bad habit of delaying my working hours by lounging about. At least I have time to go to Klein's and get onion and chive cream cheese so I can finish the last of my hometown bagels I have squirreled away in the freezer. And the morning glories are still blooming, phosphorescent purple as ever. Usual routine of breakfast, youtube and the free NYT games on my phone. My wordle score is pretty decent today, and a word I can get behind.
Today's gonna be a hustle. I have to basically write all the content for the Mewsletter today and finish one of the graphics. I'm making a bad habit of leaving the smaller projects to the last minute. At least it's all fluff pieces today, Although, it's got me thinking about all the projects that somehow never end but always are about to end too soon. I'm dreading this calendar update I have coming up. I'm going to have to spend the whole next month making it and nothing else. I might have to skip the October Mewsletter to get everything done. Anyway, I got to dress up Winnie as a witch and have the tree vote for her costume. My job is borderline inexplicable and I have to have a ton of little in-jokes with myself to keep me going.
Time to scurry, scurry, scurry to the farmer's market. I keep telling myself I will only buy what I need, but look - the gourds are back. My living room needs the gourds. I'm making a pretty bad habit of living paycheck-to-paycheck and still insisting on getting the frivolities. At least I have strawberries, kiwiberries, cilantro, apples, potatoes, corn and a new kind of cheese. And of course, the gourds.
Bingus chews on his belly while I tidy the living room and prepare a cheese plate. I'm waiting for Emily to come while sitting with the suspicion that we had a miscommunication about when she'd come over for movie night. I'm making a bad habit of not speaking my mind the first time when we texted about this days ago. At least I say something now, and she's coming at 5:30 instead of 7:00. And she brought two bottles of wine. We watch Inside Out 2. We laugh and gab and I tear up a little (shocking). Vivian is able to come for a little bit too and she, as always, makes insights that make me gasp with laughter.
We wrapped up later than I wanted too but I don't regret a moment of it. Against all my plans. I'm hailing an uber share to Mea's. I'm making a terrible habit of ubering instead of sucking it up and taking SEPTA. At least I'm getting where I need to go faster and for longer. I realized I'm already drunk. I've been drinking more this week than I have in months, apparently. I get there in time to see Mea's nearly empty apartment, with nothing but butterflies on the wall and a dolly. Plus tastykakes and beer. Turns out they got one of my favorite beers of all time. I'm surprised by how much they remember about me even though we haven't seen each other since June.
We make it up to the roof where the others are. I thought I would see Kayli or anyone I know, but no. I didn't recognize anyone I know on the RSVP list. I'm making a bad habit of being effortlessly funny, charming, and sociable when I meet people while intoxicated. At least I'm not plagued by anxiety for once around all these really cool new people. Maybe they won't ever have to meet me when I'm not effortless. But I really hope I do get to see them again. Everyone has me cracking up and they're all so real. People actually clock that I'm Dominican. Someone's brought Espolòn and something to smoke. I get invited to Watermelon Glow. I feel so at ease and the temperature is comfortable and our quaint skyline dazzles.
Because I have to feed Willy, I insist that I leave. Tylor tells me they love me. Mea gives me two hugs before I head down to the ground again. I think technically it's no longer going to be September 26th, 2024. I'm hoping to break some bad habits soon, the ones that hold me back. However, I know I'm not going to break the one where I uber home when I could try to take the trolley, or the one where I stay up too late on my phone. At least not tonight.
Em has been living in Philly for three years now and loving it. You can usually find them herding cats or at one of the many queer affiliate groups. Or @mz_softee_
