Bryan and I went to Long Beach last night, and had a lovely Indian dinner, in which I polished off a few glasses of Gewurtztraminer along with it. We walked down to the shore to gaze at the lights of the harbor. My bra was dreadfully uncomfortable so I took it off under my sweater and threw it as far as I could across the sand.
I woke up this morning and quit my job. They had changed schedules on me since I started working there, and my 40 hour weeks turned into 60 hour weeks in the blink of an eye. (It’s an extremely physical and sweaty job being a pastry chef, particularly in the production kitchen I was in, and working 60 hours really started to wear on me)
Bryan & I went to Venice Beach today and I finally got the tattoo I’ve been talking about getting for the past year. It’s a grapevine going around my left ankle, with a bunch of grapes centered right in front. We later ate ice cream on the boardwalk, and watched all the Venice Beach characters stroll by.
All of this happened on the same day I reached 1000 posts. I think it’s a co-inky-dink… [sub]but maybe it’s not.[/sub]
I quit my job about a year ago. Word. And I am inspired by your bra-flinging. Although I understand the value of a supportive bra, I understand why they used to burn those fuckers.
Also, your fantastic day reminds me that I need to get my lazy ass outside.
Woah, I am almost to 1000 posts. Do I have to get a tatoo when I get there?
Sounds like one of those perfect weekends, Mava.
I do kind of wonder how your bra was used by the kid building sand castles the next day.
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You are literally dripping with culinary talent, so I’m not worried about you finding another job. You have caught on early to the fact that physically abusing jobs are never worth it. What use is the pay if you are too bushed to go out and spend it?
PS: It was a gas chatting with you and Spooooopy last night. Say hi to Bryan for me.
I was thinking more along the lines of the Duomo in Florence, Italy.
Pat, my dear, didn’t you know? When you hit 1,000 posts, you truly become part of the SDMB elite.
Part of the initiation rite is the ritual tattooing. Within the twisted vines of my tattoo, it says “Cecil Lives”. But, I must go. I think I’ve already said too much.