make-your-own chocolate chip cookies: REID #182
and pie fest
SHORT:
I’m on vacation and falling asleep (as my mom and partner sob to The Bachelor finale), so please excuse the messiness/laziness of this newsletter edition.
MEDIUM:
On Sunday, I climbed up a big rock and dove into the ocean — as if I was on the dam Bachelor, except NOT because I climbed the cliff with my uncle Dan, who’s lovely but shares too much of my DNA to date1.
At the top, I turned to him, and was like: “I’m gonna dive, what’re you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna scream like a little bitch,” he replied.
Lo and behold, moments later, he leapt from the cliff and did just that.
Gotta respect a man who makes a plan and executes it!
LONG:
After jumping off the cliff, we went to dinner, and my grandpa got lost on the way to the restaurant.
As we settled into our seats, we realized he was nowhere to be found… so various members of my family went running up and down the beach until they located him (he’d wandered into a private event next door)…
My mom was relieved, because she’d planned a “pie fest” for that evening (she bought pies from the store and was going to serve them in the hotel room).
She kept telling the waiter that we were “having pie fest later” so we wouldn’t “be needing dessert” and he was like “okay…” not know wtf she was talking about.
I want to live in a world where I’m not afraid of Brooklyn 21-year old girl podcasters in gogo boots2 and where I feel free to talk to waiters about made-up stuff.
Anyway, my grandpa tripping and forever-falling into the sea would’ve rly ruined the trip. So I’m glad that didn’t happen.
We had pie fest and then, as a surprise bonus, my mom announced that, she got “make-your-own chocolate chip cookies!!!” — speaking, of course, about the world famous phenomenon: cookie dough.
She’s really living proof that you can call anything… anything!
Snack Of The Week was the banana cream pie at Pie Fest.
Okay I’m going to bed.
Thanks for reading.
My professors used to always say: “write something that scares you” — and this atrociously underwritten newsletter is definitely an example of that!
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Sincerely,
Reid Pope
Bonus Jonas Zone:
my jaw didn’t pop off upon hitting the water, thank god! https://www.distractify.com/p/what-happened-to-rachel-on-the-bachelor
every time I leave nyc I’m like “nobody here knows how girls in gogo boots with podcasts actually run the world”