What an interesting week!
This week I finally hit the pavement, so to speak. I started dropping off some resumes. I went to three places. Union, Tavolata, and How to Cook a Wolf. It went well. I spoke to the Chef de Cuisine at How to Cook a Wolf, I know him, Ryan, good guy. He was really positive about it, said I could probably work something out. I also talked to the Chef de Cuisine at Union, and saw Ethan Stowell and chatted with him for a minute. It was a good start..I was feeling pretty nifty about it.
Chatting with Penny at Triple door (start of the free drinks I got of the weekend) meeting up with Cameron and Caroline, going to Pinball with Cameron, Knuck and Ben. Heading up to Funhouse..running away from Funhouse and going back to Shortys..then the walk home, this is where it gets interesting..
We took the long way, and I decided fuck it, it's 1. I want to pick up some snacks and a 6 pack.
We walk out of the city market up on the hill, and see a commotion going on up the street a bit. We keep walking, and I hear Cameron go "Oh shit.." I wasn't paying much attention. Finally, I pay attention. Someone got hit by a car, a hit and run. There was a guy on the ground in middle of Denny with 3 of his friends around him. Me, being a bit drunk, but still knowing some basic medical, I decide I should help. I go up to the guy, explain I have some basic knowledge, and check him out. Make sure he doesn't move his head at all, and just keep him calm so to speak. He was bleeding a lot, and deep. His blood looked black in the street..which is the first time I've seen black blood in the moon, along with the fact, I knew it was bad. There was a lot of blood behind his head. Also..there was blood a few feet from his head. I was drunkenly joking with him about the amount of blood.
Ambulance and cops arrive, I see it's my cue to go. I take off after all is well, cops go on a man-hunt for the car. They had a license plate and model so the guy is fucked. They acted fast too.
Thursday, hopping around from place to place with Cameron..Prost! Hanging out with Cole, Sam and a wine rep. That was a fucking hoot..then eventually pre-pinball with Chris and Allison, then the Mean Jeans show at Funhouse. What a great fucking show. I had an absolute blast. So much god damn fun.
Once again, life is good. I think I have too much fun every day.
Even if tomorrow is Choochokam weekend, and I'll be hating it all afternoon at night. But, every night, when I walk home from work, I always think "I love my job, and I love what I do. Life is good"
That and..Tuesday! Bastille day at Pichet! That is going to be a fucking HOOT!
This week I finally hit the pavement, so to speak. I started dropping off some resumes. I went to three places. Union, Tavolata, and How to Cook a Wolf. It went well. I spoke to the Chef de Cuisine at How to Cook a Wolf, I know him, Ryan, good guy. He was really positive about it, said I could probably work something out. I also talked to the Chef de Cuisine at Union, and saw Ethan Stowell and chatted with him for a minute. It was a good start..I was feeling pretty nifty about it.
Chatting with Penny at Triple door (start of the free drinks I got of the weekend) meeting up with Cameron and Caroline, going to Pinball with Cameron, Knuck and Ben. Heading up to Funhouse..running away from Funhouse and going back to Shortys..then the walk home, this is where it gets interesting..
We took the long way, and I decided fuck it, it's 1. I want to pick up some snacks and a 6 pack.
We walk out of the city market up on the hill, and see a commotion going on up the street a bit. We keep walking, and I hear Cameron go "Oh shit.." I wasn't paying much attention. Finally, I pay attention. Someone got hit by a car, a hit and run. There was a guy on the ground in middle of Denny with 3 of his friends around him. Me, being a bit drunk, but still knowing some basic medical, I decide I should help. I go up to the guy, explain I have some basic knowledge, and check him out. Make sure he doesn't move his head at all, and just keep him calm so to speak. He was bleeding a lot, and deep. His blood looked black in the street..which is the first time I've seen black blood in the moon, along with the fact, I knew it was bad. There was a lot of blood behind his head. Also..there was blood a few feet from his head. I was drunkenly joking with him about the amount of blood.
Ambulance and cops arrive, I see it's my cue to go. I take off after all is well, cops go on a man-hunt for the car. They had a license plate and model so the guy is fucked. They acted fast too.
Thursday, hopping around from place to place with Cameron..Prost! Hanging out with Cole, Sam and a wine rep. That was a fucking hoot..then eventually pre-pinball with Chris and Allison, then the Mean Jeans show at Funhouse. What a great fucking show. I had an absolute blast. So much god damn fun.
Once again, life is good. I think I have too much fun every day.
Even if tomorrow is Choochokam weekend, and I'll be hating it all afternoon at night. But, every night, when I walk home from work, I always think "I love my job, and I love what I do. Life is good"
That and..Tuesday! Bastille day at Pichet! That is going to be a fucking HOOT!