Fran Magazine: Sunday Dispatch, Aug. 6-12

The Cubs face off against the Mets; the sun sets before 8pm; I didn't see ONE movie directed by a woman, who cares!!!

This is the Fran Magazine Sunday Dispatch, a weekly culture diary by Fran Hoepfner, who is me. This feature is currently only for paid subscribers. Consider an upgrade, or just hang tight til Wednesday. Thank you for reading!

Vibe check

On Wednesday, we went to go see the Mets and the Cubs — two often historically bad teams — face off at Citi Field. The night got off to a promising start: the Cubs hit a home run on the very first pitch of the game, only to fumble the ball, literally, and wind up losing to the extremely poorly performing Mets. It’s hard to be mad at my old Chicago guys in a case like this; they really did blow it, ultimately, and I can never fault the Mets for having fun out there. Going to a baseball game is still one of the top three things you can do in the summer, especially as the beaches grow increasingly shark-infested. I haven’t seen The Meg 2, but my mom said it wasn’t good as the first The Meg.

A busy week: lots of work, lots of edits, lots of emails. Meetings, movies, calls. Blythe came with me to a Case for Making pop-up in Williamsburg. I saw a guy biking with a parrot sticking out of his shirt. After weeks of threatening to get a haircut, I got a haircut. You’ll have to see it for yourself.

I threatened for weeks to get a haircut and I finally got the haircut. Nothing changed after I got the haircut other than I had less hair than earlier that day.