I didn’t start out with a topic for this post, but as I reflect on today I realize that this title, “peak regular” seems incredibly appropriate.

Today wasn’t a particularly exciting day, but it was a good one. Woke up and made breakfast (!) for the first time using my fancy-pants egg cooker—and by that I mean $20 on Amazon. Wandered to the post office to pick up a package (the beautiful, incredible Silca HX1) since neither USPS, nor UPS, nor Fedex can figure out how to appropriately deliver packages to my apartment. I have a fairly obvious gate and a nice, secure back porch… why is this so hard? Then made my way out for a beastly bike ride, got a haircut, and took a nap. Sabbatical life is hard, guys.

Once I recuperated from such an exhausting day (wink wink), I managed to burn through a decent chunk of the next book in The Expanse series, Caliban’s War over a drink at Fireside and dinner at Nopalito.

Which brings me to the whole point of this post: I think I’ve reached peak “regular” status. In a good way.

At Snowbird, they know—and often have ready for me—my coffee order before I even get to the counter. At the post office, they remember where I live. At my hair salon, Anthony almost always knows I’m going to ask for “shorter” and he delivers every time. At Fireside, I can barely make it through the door and Wade has a treat for Bender and a Guinness being poured. And at Nopalito, they pretty much know without asking that I’m going to get a mezcal margarita and a ceviche to start.

It’s not a bad thing (and the “friends” discounts don’t hurt), but it is a little weird for me. This is the first neighborhood—and really the first time ever, period—I’ve had “regular” status anywhere. And that “regular” status is even more clear with Bender, since he’s more memorable than I am (let’s be real, he’s a super cute pup).

But that said, it does make me think I need to spend more time getting out of my comfort zone. I’ve allowed the general comfort of my situation to create some complacency, and it takes a little more prompting to get me out of my neighborhood (and my “regular” spots) than it used to. I’m going to try to rectify that over the coming months.

Separate, but related, it also reminded me that I need to take more time to get to know the people who think of me as a “regular”—whether that’s the employees serving me or my fellow regulars I run into all the time. There’s no excuse anymore for not taking the time to get to know them, so I’m going to try to do better.