Asking for money intimidating
We walk over and I get my friend and myself in for free.
We're asking millennials how they spend their hard-earned money during a seven-day period — and we're tracking every last dollar.
(He is also a Renaissance man who writes, composes, and produces his own music.
He's won awards overseas for his songs.) On the phone, he asks me to sing a song he wrote in Mandarin. It's a book of beautiful prose and poetry with themes of love, heartbreak, abuse, and healing.
We organized a GNO (girls night out) with a group of gal pals from work, and it's really nice to hang out outside of work. We gossip about work, boys, and throw back tequila shots. I've learned that Lyft has better corporate policies and takes a smaller cut from their drivers, and it is the exact same service. My friends buy tequila shots but I abstain and we promptly dip out.
We head to Hair of the Dog, a college-type dance bar. We head over to Pianos, a nearby bar with dancing, and chill for five minutes before deciding the music is abysmal and not worth paying the cover for the upper-level dance floor. I swear, my body is programmed to wake me up around 9 or 10 a.m. (I wish it was programmed to make me exercise as regularly.) I lounge around in bed, eventually turning on my UE Boom to listen to the sweet sounds of JP Cooper. a.m.
I shower, get changed, and listen to JP Cooper on Spotify while I get ready to go. a.m. We haven't hung out in forever and I'm happy she was able to make the trek up to my neighborhood.