Weekend Open Bar: It’s Fine To Be The Sidekick


I am no great leader of men. I am not good at planning, or issuing commands. For many that may be difficult to admit, but I find leaning into your strengths and acknowledging your weaknesses is the best route. I am no great leader of men, but I’m certainly quite adept at being their right hand man. I think this is one of the reasons I get along with my wife, Sam. She is an Alpha-Human, designed to implement designs. Bend reality to her will. And I’m there to. You know. Make her laugh at the end of a long day of being professional and powerful and whatever. I can’t budget, I can’t conceive of running conferences like her. But when she’s hungry I can get her a bagel. Listen, it’s not the most glamorous life. But when you’ve caught the tail of a brilliant, gorgeous comet, you play to your strengths.

Which was lifting air conditioners today, and generally sweating a lot. Everyone says “oh yeah, moving is really tiring” and I think I just sort of nodded my head and accepted their statements. But man, being nearly done with it? It’s the worst. Still have an apartment full of junk — literal junk that isn’t coming into the house — to throw out. It’s one of the things I’m tasked with this weekend. I’m also tasked with Opening up the Weekend Bar! For you fools, friends, fanatics, and fetishists! Herein we chat about our weekend. Our various plans. Our various meals. Our various favorite gifs, memes, video games, or meanderingsĀ of the moment.

What are you fuckers up to over the course of the next couple of days? Let’s hang out.