The airport
- I get here obscenely early, even for me.
- Generally I’ve been waking up on average an hour earlier than usual. It’s all well and good until you start getting tired at 8 pm. In this moment I think about the time I went to my professor’s office hours for my class on Play— the most senior year elective if there ever was one — and he started rambling on about how getting up and going to bed with the sun greatly improved his life.
- Today I’m flying from Terminal B, where there’s no PreCheck line. I ask anyway and the agent gruffly answers I have to walk to C for PreCheck. I glance at the general line and realize it’s not long enough for me to care and once you get up there they differentiate anyway.
- There’s a group of guys ahead of me with backpacks and duffels who realize this too late, so they get out of line. One says jokingly, “I swear we know what we’re doing”. I think about telling them it’s okay, you won’t have to take your shoes off! But it’s 5:55 am and I don’t care enough about their backtracking embarrassment.
- I decide I hate Terminal B because the ceilings are too low.
- I sit at my gate with over an hour until boarding. I crack open a new book but wish I brought another one that wasn’t a collection of self-help essays. Every so often I succumb to the self-help bait. It’s not that I regret reading them, but they’re never as mind bending as people claim. But, I bought this in 2023 and I’m trying to make my way through the books I own before buying new ones.
- I send off 3 texts. Sometimes I wonder if people get annoyed that my go-to hour for texting, or texting back, is between 6-7 am.
From Charlotte, with love
- Fourth of July: an all-day pool soirée. I have a Corona Light which yes, makes me tipsy. I decide it’s the sun because we’re in the South.
- I didn’t put sunscreen on my legs and I notice in the shade they’re already turning a shade of red (it’s been an hour).
- Saturday: we get up early, like 6:30 am early. The house is quiet, so we walk to get breakfast on unwalkable roads. I keep saying, I’m in the SOUTH.
- The day consists of more pool, meatball pho, Harris Teeter, and Daht Seen (Lao BBQ), where I end up eating probably a pound of squid.
- Sunday: After a Reddit deep dive and some cross-referencing, it’s decided that 300 East is where we should go for a classic Southern brunch experience.
- We get in an Uber and the first question question he asks is, “Are you Christian?”. He proceeds to badger me about my job, and how he knows Janet Jackson, and how he’s launching a fanny pack company.
- We pas a gas station and it’s 2.78/gallon.
- Had a mediocre cheddar biscuit at Sunflour.
- Late night seafood boil, storytelling, and champagne.
- At my gate. It dawns on me that I forgot my book at the house and I have two chapters left. Later, I find a PDF of it online and finish it, giving the OK to toss the physical in the donation bin.
- I’ve questioned the validity of my shrimp allergy at least a dozen times over the past 3 days.
Here, kinda
- This weekend I’ll be on a farm. Not to be confused with “The farm”, the best song on I quit.
- Going on 3 months without Netflix.
- Tried Johnny’s Pizza, which I think is now my second favorite Philly pizza.
- Of course I subscribe to Lena Dunham’s Substack.
- Tired of seeing the words “attention economy” strung together.
- Vacation brain is settling in.
- Go to Herman’s to feel like a masochist.
- It is Halloween yet.
- Peaches are my favorite fruit.
- Not new news, but Samantha would save And Just Like That…
- Worth the hype: magnesium glycinate, Rhode Glazing Milk, Old Navy workout leggings, the word “gravitas”, SoulCycle theme classes.
THANK YOU FOR READING. I keep thinking a break from this newsletter is imminent; because it’s hotsummernightsmidjuly, because I’m almost on vacation (clearly), because my sleep schedule is out of whack, because my work is taking up a lot of real estate, because Justin Bieber released a new album. And yet…….here we are, how fun :)
If your shrimp allergy proves to be a misdiagnosis I believe we’re all entitled to compensation
I’m going to start asking if you’re Christian every time you enter my vehicle.