5 p.m. — We spend much of the afternoon doing laundry, watching TV, and preparing for our weeks. I don’t feel very hungry, so I skip lunch. The concert is at an outdoor venue, so I don’t do much in the way of hair or makeup before going — I’ll just sweat it off. On the way to the concert, we stop at a by-the-slice pizza place downtown. I grab a margherita, N. gets a supreme, and we get a veggie slice to share. N. pays. He pays most of the time when we eat out, since he’s staying at my apartment rent-free. Still, I usually Venmo him my half unless he turns it down, like today. When we’re finished, he calls an Uber to the venue.