You woke me up at 2am. Not sure why, but you did. I was exhausted. Took Bogart out. Smoked a cig. Waited for him to come in. Used your trick to turn the deck’s lights on and he’d come in. The fucker didn’t. You had to pick a fucking Bichon to adopt. I wanted an English Bulldog. I love English Bulldogs. They’re so fucking ugly they’re cute. I love ugly. I sympathize with ugly. Okay, maybe not all ugly dogs are cute. Some are just fucking ugly. So ugly you want to kick’em. [LMFAO]
That won’t go big with dog lovers. I’m a dog lover, but sometimes a little sarcastic humor doesn’t hurt especially when you know I didn’t mean I would. Just a fantasy.

Bo finally decides to come in. Scratch scratch from the front door.

You hated Bo. You loved hated him. He ruined your home. Pisses at will. Scratching the doors and leaving a big fucking semi-circled streak marks from his nails. “Could you fucking paint the doors before our poker party this weekend?”

Poker parties… I hope we continue them. Hearing you yell “BOYA” when you won a hand. I’ll play for you. I’ll put in the $40 buy-in for the both of us again and again. Remember our last outing? I won $120, or was it $100? They hated me that night. I flipped them all the finger. Haha. Up yours. You’d be just as fuck as I am had it been you winning hand after hand. And I played you all like my bitches. The poker gang. Daryl, Abbey Perry Madden, Billy, Sue Ewer Mikolai, Lisa Wolf Borisoff, Paul, Bonnie Charleston, and Jay.

Where was I? Sorry, A.D.D, and one memory leads to another. Easy to jump and segue to the next memory. There I go again, lost my train of thoughts.

I go back to bed. I put some Jazz on to help me go back to sleep. Next thing I know, it’s 6:50am. Shit. Shit. Shit. Need to be out by 8:30am to drop off your stupid fucking car. Your stupid fucking car that you should have taken to get fixed months ago. Driving on bad breaks, they needed to change the rotors. You costed me more because you procrastinated. I hate you, the playful tone. I miss calling you that. You used to stick your tongue back at me with that cute face of yours.

Bella and I head to the dealership. She had to dress warm for the #EaglesParade today. She actually did not fight me. Shocking. She put on heavy clothes. Except, she wore shitty ass socks. They were the ankle high. So her feet froze while at parade. We had fun her and I.

After we drove into town with a loaner, the drive was actually a breeze. It took us 37 minutes to get into the studio. I parked there in one of our carport spots. Easy. Jennifer Todd was waiting for us. She’d been there since around 8am. Rich Wakefield had told her she’d have no chance getting into the city that morning. Poor thing left so early she got there sooner than she thought. I knew from the year the Phillies’s won the World Series. We drove into town because the Railway was down. And that day driving in was a breeze. Who knew then? I knew this time around. I wasn’t surprised at all.

Jennifer Todd had Bloody Mary’s ready. She makes awesome Bloody Mary’s. We practically have them every morning when I get into work.

I drink one, wait for rest of team, but they were all scattered. We decided not to wait and just Uber and go see Howard from Blue Visual. Jennifer Todd asked a dude if he had any beer. He had one in his pocket. He handed it to her. “Are you shitting me? Couldn’t you wait until I bought you beer?”. “Fuck it, I asked :)” she answers back.

We go up into Blue. Howard has a half Dingo that took to Bella. Howard offers me coffee. I said sure. OH MY GOD. Best fucking coffee I had since Quebec City. I look at Howard and ask
“This fucking coffee is delicious. Who makes it? Where do you get it?”.
Howard proudly says “We make it here. Rick brews it here.”
“Shut the fuck up. Do you sell it?” I ask.
Rick nodes “Yes.”
“How much a pound?” I ask.
“$14 a pound.” he answers.
“Can I see the packaging and the brand?”
“Sure.” He answers. “We’re in Whole Foods.”
“Dude, if you let me advertise it, could you handle the volume? Do you have the bandwidth? What’s your maximum capacity? Dude. This is serious. I can advertise and sell the shit out of this coffee.”

Anyway, Howard shows me some new Augmented Reality projects he’s working on. Really cools shit. Their work is amazing. We’re going to be working together for a while. We have a project now that we maybe collaborating on. It’s going to be kickass for our client Holman Enterprises. They are so amazing. They have to be the best company I have encountered in my career. The people there are amazing. You told me you wanted Gabe Marie to work there. That’s how great they treat their people. A group of givers. Their generosity is unmatched. What’s more amazing, they don’t publicize it. Mindy Holman is such an amazing woman. The charities, the giving back to the community, other things that I will respect her humble nature and not to disclose with the public. These people mean the world to me. They are truly a family. People should experience them. I wish they would let me help turn them into a national brand like Comcast. But they are so humble and modest people.

People are in the middle of texting and messaging me. It breaks my heart that I am not responding. I hate not responding immediately when someone reaches me. It only shows them respect by acknowledging them immediately. That they matter to you. But I’m in a zone.

Wait, where was I?

Right, David Dave Dee texts me that he just got into the studio. I told him we were at Howard. So he rides his rented bike from 3rd & Brown all the way to 23rd & Wallace, near the Parkway.
We wait for him to arrive. We then head to the parade. Jenn, DD, Bella and I.

It was a sea of green. There was so much positive energy. Pride. Niceness. Easiness. Joy. They looked like they didn’t know how to act as Champs. There was music all over the Parkway. They had a DJ playing songs. Or some dumbass with a playlist. You know why I am calling you “Dumbass?”, because you played the “Electric Slide.” I looked at Bella and said “This song is for old and single ladies.’ I never understood the attraction to this fucking song and the entire step dance silly ass looking. It’s not cool. You really look silly.
So DJ Suck it shall be until the Eagles ride by.
Bella tried to climb up a porta potty. It was dented up top. The guys sitting around the edges of it where like “No, it’ll cave.” She came back down.
You would have been proud of your daughter. She is so cool. She reminds me of you when you jumped in the trash container because I told you to go retrieve the new light-shades you just bought and threw in the container by accident. I was laughing so hard. I started taking video of you while you ask me to help you out of it. Not my style, a laugh is more important than rescuing your spouse. Let them suffer a little while you get your fill. Then you go rescue. So filming you for 4 minutes were well worth it. The funny thing was, you too were laughing. You knew what I was doing, and you giggled and laughed in desperation. “Please get me out of here.”
“Try getting on the rubber lid up top. Slide your body over it and roll over to safety.” I was laughing hysterically.
Eventually I stop filming. I felt bad. I help her out.
“You mooother fucker.”
I laughed.
We drove away to live on.

Where was I? Right, the parade.
I took tons of pics. I have a project pitch I have in mind for Apple. I took videos. Internet was so slow, I couldn’t upload to FB to share.

Bella’s feet were really cold. I called her an idiot for not wearing tall socks. She snarked back at me. She needed to look good. She was wearing your black ripped jeans. She looked cute. But she cared about looking good that being practical. I fucking hated that about you. I always told you what an idiot you were. You prefer to look good than being comfortable. And that applies to everything, including our fucking bed. God I hate our bed. I can’t wait to get my Weston mattress & bedding some time soon.

We saw all the Eagles ride by. Grabbed a couple of green and white pieces of confetti, slid them in my wallet for keepsake.

My god, I started writing this at 6:30pm, I was exhausted. I wanted to go to sleep. But I had to write to you. It’s 8:30pm now. A bolt of energy came over me writing you.

We stay for a little, sang the fight song, chanted E.A.G.L.E.S, Bella was thrilled. She had a big smile on her face. She really had a blast especially early on. She was in awe.

We stayed in touch with Gabe Marie texting and calling. He was up Broad Street. We were in the Parkway. We never connected. Jennifer Todd left us earlier. So I texted her to see where she was. She said she walked back to the studio. She said Uber wasn’t available. I didn’t believe her.
Guess what, we had to walk from the Parkway to 3rd & Brown. Over 24 blocks. Other than her feet being cold, and a nice drunk young gentleman “Sean” escorted us all the way down while stumbling all over the sidewalk. He and I had a nice talk about his career. He wants to work for the Sixers as an accountant. That was his dream job.

We say our goodbyes and walk apart when we arrived at his house. Bella and I continued on to the studio.

Jenn and Nic were chatting about work. I go to the bathroom. I upload the pictures and videos on FB. Acknowledge a few messages wishing us well. Check on emails. Can’t open them today. I need some rest. My team got my back. I’ve been away from them for a couple of days and I feel awful for them. I need them. They need me. But they’re all pros. They know what they’re doing. Rich Wakefield is doing an amazing job. You loved Rich. You adored him. You told me how lucky I am to have him. I told you you don’t need to tell me. I already know. He and I are amazing together. The ideas that he and I come up with are brilliant. We’re having a lot of fun. He and I were in the middle of ideating for a pitch to Harley Davidson next week when you left me.

Bella and I drove back to the dealership to pick up your car. We walked around the lot looking at new and used cars. It was cold, but I love my cars.

They pull your car around all shiny and white. And I saw you in it. I smiled. I jumped in your seat and we drove home.
“We’ll go food shopping on Sunday.” I told Bella.
“Okay, sounds great.” She said.

Both of us were muddied, exhausted, hungry. She heated herself some food. I grabbed a small bite. I texted Adrienne Kuesel-Welber to let her know we were fine.
I texted Carla DeCaro Hancock and Gina Porcellini DiBiase to see how they were doing. I’ll just leave it there.

I go to the bedroom, I wanted to find your phone so I can share your favorite songs Apple playlist to my phone. I texted it to myself. I am blasting it all over our bedroom. I fucking hate your songs. But I love. So I’ll tolerate listening to them. They’re actually bringing joy. I fucking hate them.

I’m going out for one more smoke and then retiring to bed.

That was my day, and all your memories for the day.

Good night my sweet.

I love you.