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I love the shout out to Del the Funky Homosapien on this season of Only Murders in the Building. 📺

I just saw an Instagram ad for bowling shirts. Are they making a comeback or is Instagram picking a fight?

It’s finally the weekend.

Now Listening to: Demi Lovato - HOLY FVCK 🎵

I read two books in a row and then stopped. I need to get back into it. I have so many half-finished books.

Today I learned the Plex has an ad-supported service and Comedy Bang! Bang! is available to stream.

Having day baseball on in the background makes Thursdays so much more tolerable. I’m going to be sad when the season is over.

I love how I close down everything before installing a macOS update and then when it restarts it opens up every window and app that was open before I shut everything down, but in a half-assed state. Great job Apple engineers.

I’m in Group 3 for my Playdate. At this point it feels like a lot of the charm and excitement has faded and that has certainly made me less excited for it. So much so I’ve even considered cancelling my order.

I don’t remember the first time I went to The Restaurant. That’s what we called the Bissell Mansion Restaurant and Dinner Theatre when I was growing up. If you’re unfamiliar with the establishment, it was a restaurant located inside what is considered the oldest, still-standing brick home in St. Louis. It was also owned by several members of my family as far back as I can remember.

The house was built in what is now North City in 1823 by Captain Lewis Bissell. My grandparents, along with my parents, aunts, uncles, and family friends turned it into a murder mystery participatory dinner theatre in the 1980’s. I spent so much time there, especially as a child. I remember running around the gigantic rooms with my cousins every Christmas. I remember those same cousins telling me the small door at the top of the steps (the door that led to the attic) is where the ghosts lived (the mansion was supposedly haunted). I remember playing hide and seek and sneaking down a secret second set of stairs that entered into the kitchen. It was the ultimate playground for a kid.

Sadly, as time went on and the city of St. Louis lost population, business suffered. My grandparents died. Family members sold their remaining shares to my aunt and uncle who kept the place running. Eventually they closed for the business lunch crowd and only operated as a dinner theatre. Then came COVID. Once COVID came, the place shut down complete. Now, it’s for sale.

Even though I haven’t been there in years, even before the pandemic, it’s a place I will forever miss. I will cherish the memories I have of it forever (except for that summer I worked there doing maintenance on an almost 200 year old building between 8th and 9th grade).