Everyone that knows me knows that I never go anywhere straight from work to wherever I’m going…not without a shower first. I always have to stop by home to take a shower and change before heading out to where ever. Heck, I don’t even eat at home (no matter how behgopa I am after work) before I shower. After working with food all night, I am covered with food and the occasional sweat and/blood. I get dirty in the kitchen. And I FEEL gross when the night is over. And it’s not a feeling that I can really tolerate outside of the kitchen. The gross dirty feeling puts me in a bad mood. I mean, in the kitchen, I will get dirty as much as a kitchen slave can get….chocolate sauce all over my pants, flour all over my shoes, strawberry sauce splattered on my chefs jacket (as if I just murdered someone), smears of raw ahi on my sleeve, crème fraiche on my face,…I am just a mess!
And I don’t mind it one bit when I am in the kitchen. But once I step out of my dungeon and out into the real world, I want to leave that all behind and feel like a human again.
When I agreed to go out for drinks right after work last week, it was a HUGE step out of my comfort zone. I finished my shift and patiently waited for the runner and busser to finish up. They usually arrive around 5pm and are usually the last ones to finish up at the end of the night. So I had to wait for them while they still had to break down the patio, fold napkins, shine glasses, and whatever else that needed to be done. It was taking forever, it seemed like haha.
I went in my car and the runner (Javier) and the busser (Victor) both went in Victor’s car, and we met up there. The parking at the Promenade is always a headache. I usually hate anything other than a normal (nonpaying) parking lot. I hate valet. I hate metered parking. I hate parking structures with tickets that need to be paid for. I hate ‘em all! I parked in the structure (which I didn’t end up having to pay because it was after hours I guess). And the boys parked at a meter, which was a closer walk to the bar.
The boys were in their restaurant attires too, -white dress shirt and beige khaki type pants. Me…I took off my chefs’ jacket (it’s always the first thing I take off when I break free from the kitchen and into my car). I was wearing a T-shirt underneath, black/white checkered chefs’ pants, and of course, my orange clown (aka Mario Batali crocs) shoes haha. It was a bit chili too, so I threw my magenta Abercrombie hoodie that I have laying around in my car. I always leave at least one emergency jacket/hoodie/coat in my car. And without my chefs’ jacket, I just probably look like I am a bad dresser or just rolled out of bed in pajama pants and dirty orange clown shoes…oh yeah and messy hair! But seriously…I really don’t care all that much what others think of me as much as how I miserable I feel in that mess. I am not vain as much as I am OCD. And people that don’t have OCD issues like me probably wouldn’t understand or be able to relate to it.
I was ready to order something to eat. I glanced at the menu and noticed that it was mostly finger foods. The something nachos sounded good and I asked the boys if they wanted anything. Victor said, “hell no! I only have 15 minutes left on my meter”. So okay, I guess they had planned to really just grab a few drinks (then bounce). When I drink, I always order food too. I did not want to stay there by myself after they left or stay there at all. So I decided to leave when they leave too. So forget the food (even though that was the only thing on my mind at the time). I just wanted to finish my margarita and bounce, so that I can get something to EAT!
Victor is a wild 23 year old who seems to be extremely irresponsible and naïve about too many things. Sometimes when he tells everyone at work about his personal tales, we just shake our heads at how someone can be so reckless. His stories continued at the bar. Wow maybe I am just old or conservative? Lol but it was both appalling and amusing at the same time to hear some of his crazy stories. He seems like a good kid, but just misguided in many ways. But I won’t go into details.
They each drank a few bottles of Coronas while I only had a Raspberry Margarita.
They decided that it wasn’t enough for me and poured some beer into my glass. Err…..i don’t like beer! I especially am not fond of Coronas! But oh well…I drank most of it anyway or else they would have been sad about wasting beer.
By the time I was almost home, it was almost 1am. I was starving. I was in no mood to cook something and I decided to stop by the 24 hour drive thru at McDonalds to pick up some chicken nuggets (lol Faye!).
I got the 10 piece combo (with a diet coke). I don’t drink soda much these days, but every once in a while a diet coke hits the spot! I am fully aware that diet soda is much worse than regular soda, increasing hunger (resulting in weight gain)….but I drink it for the taste (not because I am actually fooled into thinking that it’s better and less fattening than regular coke). I hate regular coke. The only sodas I will drink are: diet coke, sometimes diet pepsi, and regular and diet dr pepper. I drink soda maybe once every couple weeks or so. Thank goodness I don’t really crave it too regularly. I used to drink diet coke like almost everyday when I was younger.