Day 25

"Hey everybody!" "Hey everybody!"

Is 25 the perfect number? Maybe. It’s clean. It’s crisp. It’s Andruw Jones’ jersey number. It’s half of 50. It’s a quarter of a dollar. It just feels good. By the time you’re 25, you’ve made it. If you haven’t figured out your entire life by 25? Well… you’re late. You should’ve traveled the world. You should’ve discovered your passion. You should’ve filed your taxes on time (at least once). If you haven’t? (Insert absolute judgement)

Speaking of quarters… Taylor wants to talk about coins.

You know what’s crazy? Here, they don’t have dollar bills—just coins. A one-dollar coin. A two-dollar coin. If you buy a one-dollar soda with a five-dollar bill, you get two whole coins back. It’s honestly a better system. Bills take up too much space. Have you ever stuffed ten one-dollar bills in your wallet? It’s chaos. But ten little coins? They have weight. They have purpose. You can feel them in your pocket. Or, if you’re Taylor , in your fanny pack pouch. His "fouch" if you will.

Which naturally leads us to… Anthony Fauci.
Why? No one knows. But here we are.

Anyway, welcome Linda to the podcast!

Linda, listen. Linda was OFFENDED that she didn’t know about the podcast or the Facebook group. I told her, “Linda, that’s a you problem.” Nobody checks their Facebook notifications. I log in once a day, and every time there are at least nine notifications, none of which are important. It’s all, “So-and-so posted for the first time in a while!” or “You might know this random person from 2013!” Instagram is just as bad. This is why I have 12,000 unread texts—notifications are fake news.

But Linda? If you were a notification, you would matter.

Let’s talk gelato.

It’s been over a week since we’ve had gelato. A crime. A disgrace. The last time might have been in Venice. Before that? Naples. Except… did we even get gelato in Naples? No. No, we did not. And for what? Who do we think we are? We were gelato people. We were gelato. 

Where are we now? Sitting on the beach, staring at pastel-painted mountains, counting four big ships. 

And speaking of life choices—Taylor has an adventure to share including his Italian haircut, the high stakes with potential family photos, and his leap of faith. 

We set the scene with a morning market run, exploring the town, coffee shop fun, and makeup sessions. Not us, dad. We don't kiss. 

So yeah. If you ever wonder what it’s like here? Just know: the coins are solid, the gelato is alive and well, and love—deep, passionate, kissy-kissy, borderline-questionable love—is very much alive.