This was supposed to be published yesterday.
These newsletters are scheduled to come out on Wednesdays and Fridays (if you care about my book and pay for that one), and I’ve been pretty consistent. Until yesterday, when life got in the way.
I mean, too many beers on an empty stomach the night before got in the way, but that’s beside the point. Because the point isn’t that I’m too old to go out on weeknights, though I definitely am, the point is that it’s really hard to be an adult and a parent and have a job and have another job and have a social life and be writing a book and be writing a newsletter and going to the dentist and posting to social media and and and and
Life is a lot, and it’s hard to manage it all. I’m sure you can take that stupid run-on sentence I just wrote and swap in your own responsibilities for some of mine (assuming you’re not writing a book or a newsletter) and your life would be just as crammed. When you’re a middle-aged man who handles all of those responsibilities in the same fast-food, slick-ass, Persian Bazaar manner with which you seem to handle everything else, something's gonna get missed!
Yesterday, it was this newsletter.
Adulthood is about priorities, and prioritizing. Often, jobs come first, because this is America and we’re fucked up and because it’s 2023 and every single thing is impossible to afford. Family usually comes second, but family can be pretty annoying, especially when one of them is a 12yo who just doesn’t listen, so sometimes you need a break!
So social life comes third, unless the dentist is third, and by dentist I mean all the stupid errands you have to do all the time to maintain your health and maintain your home and maintain your car and do your laundry and care for your pets and everything else, all of which are annoying but at least sometimes they get you out of the house.
On Tuesday night I put my social life at the top of the list and promptly forgot that I can’t run my social life in my 40s is the same way I did in my 20s and was painfully reminded of that fact when I woke up to take my kid to school. I couldn’t skip my parenting, and I couldn’t skip my job, and it seemed possible I wouldn’t be able to skip the toilet, so I skipped writing this newsletter.
Sorry about that.
(I also skipped writing my book, which, if you’ve been reading my Friday updates (please pay?) is par for the course so not a big shock.)
In summation, I might have too much going on. But who doesn’t?
Adulthood is hard. Parenthood is hard. Jobs are hard. Life is hard! Taking breaks from all of that by going out and having a little fun is hard too, especially when you get overserved, but it’s also necessary. We all need the occasional breather. I just accidentally turned my breather into a bender. And I let all of you down in the process.
But I just missed a day! You’ll be okay.
Social Media Round-up
THE STUPID EMBED FUNCTION ISN’T WORKING SO I CAN’T POST ANYTHING HERE AND THAT’S SUPER ANNOYING BECAUSE I HAD SOME GOOD STUFF THIS WEEK!
GO TO MY INSTAGRAM TO CHECK IT OUT, I’M SORRY FOR YELLING!!!
Pop Culture Stuff
So, the reason you’re getting this on Thursday afternoon instead of Wednesday, is because Mom and Buried and I went to see The Good Liars on Tuesday night. The Good Liars are a political comedy duo from Brooklyn (they live nearby!) who make their bones posting videos of them clowning MAGA and QAnon types - or, more accurately, letting MAGA and QAnon types clown themselves - on social media. Their show was a combination of their videos and the two of them performing similar material on stage. This was their first-ever live show, and had the technical difficulties to prove it. It was a little shaggy, but the vibe was fun, the crowd couldn’t have been more sympathetic to the material (Brooklyn FTW!) and we had fun. Some of us more than others.
In more traditional pop culture news, we relived the 2016 election in the latest Succession episode, and I finally watched Pearl, the prequel to X, both of which are horror movies and neither of which are things Mom and Buried watched with me.
Oh, I realized that people who search my username on Spotify (“DadandBuried”) can see my playlists, so I deleted all the nonsense ones I never use and created one with my favorite Taylor Swift songs. Yes, I have favorite Taylor Swift songs and so should you! Check it out!