Last day in San Diego tomorrow, last day at my current job, last time to see my family before moving out of state, but I'm exhausted/stressed/anxious/and excited to be going. I got a sweet new job lined up, and will have to hit the ground running finding a place to live now. I got a great send-off from my Chef and my fellow cooks with ice water followed by a bucket of flour, followed by two bottles of chocolate sauce followed by a bowl of whipped cream. It was ridiculous, wasteful, and immature, but also hilarious and loving in its own way. I just love working in a kitchen! I'm going to miss everybody, but it sure is time for me to go.
Oh, and I went to see Bob Dylan (the man!) last wednesday. Didn't really play any of his great classic stuff, and his band was really sort of jazzy instead of subdued and acoustic, but he is still the f-ing man.
Oh, and I went to see Bob Dylan (the man!) last wednesday. Didn't really play any of his great classic stuff, and his band was really sort of jazzy instead of subdued and acoustic, but he is still the f-ing man.