Patience Tested: The Never-Ending Wait for Lana’s Farewells

Lana is the type where I’m always waiting for her to get ready and like, she’s slow. We’re at a party, I go, okay, let’s go. And then she’s got to say goodbye to everybody that was at the party. It’s like, alright, come on. I go, let’s go back to the boat. Same thing, but now we’re in the water, you know, she gotta go say goodbye to the fish. You know, she gotta go underneath and look around some more. When I say it’s go, that means get the flippers going and let’s go back to the boat. It’s not like, do another lap, I’m gonna throw up in my mask. But between the horses and the fish, you’re like a 15 minute Frank over here. You know, everything’s 15 fucking minutes. 15 minutes. That’s my activity. I don’t make a day out of nothing. Like, let’s. Let’s make the day of it and fuck. 15 minutes in and out. But like, what do we like, bro? You. You couldn’t wait to get out of the water? You couldn’t wait to get off the horse? What? What the fuck? What do you do? What do you like? Wine. Wine? Haha! Wine. Oh shit. I know. I look at my daughter, I’m like, god, I wish you just smoked pot. Haha.