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Sunday was a nightmare of a day. My lord.
Cooks crying, Hungover cooks walking out on me, huge prep lists and floods and floods of women for the sex in the city event we held.
My god, the restaurant at one point had 2 male customers in it, and we hold over 100. One of them was Aaron, the other was a regular with his wife. It was terrifying.
However, somehow in all that mess I've had breakfast with a girl, and I'm now dating said girl.
I'm not sure how it happened myself. Either way. Good times.
I was planning on going to Dark Knight with her last night, then to Union and Pichet, but..the cinerama sold out so we walked down and caught it at the pacific place, which was a later showing which means we were too late for dinner, so we just went to Dicks.
In other news..my car is now crushed to pieces by the dump I believe, and my finger tip is almost all healed now. Just wearing a band-aid now.
Mind you, I am bit tipsy.I will try my best.
I was having a good day. Miles was borrowing my car for the day.
Day went as normal..and then we sat down for the weekly meeting.
I'm tasting wine..and I get a phone call "Who the fuck is calling me at work? No one calls me at work outside of my cell.." I go answer the phone
"Hi..this is Randy from the Police department..you're friend Miles is borrowing your volvo?" "Yes officer..I gave him permission" "Well...You're Volvo caught fire. I need to tow it..any preference where?"
The conversation continues..the jist of it? My Volvo randomly caught fire in middle of miles driving it.
Yes. That sexy beast, is finally dead. It just flat out, burst into flames. It flamed up, 10 feet flames in the air for some time. Miles sat there and watched it burn. The paint melted, it caught a tree on fire, the tires blew up.
My volvo went out in a firey death.
The Story/Picture
Oh yes. The local news took a picture. That's my fucking car.
Jesus fucking christ. Miles told me the story..it was acting weird..then when he was driving it back after giving up on his quest..he saw flames. He got out..and then it just kept burning..and burning..things exploded..the engine kept exploding things..tires fucking exploded..it's fucking narly. Haha. Honesty..what a fucking way for that Volvo to go out. So many fucking memories. But jesus christ..my car is gone! For the second time! This time is much better though, for story telling wise.
I should probably take some pictures..and float them around..but I'm so damn tired. The last few days have kicked my ass,and today was one of those few days where I left work thinking "God, this sucked"
I suppose it's a good thing those days aren't frequent, but when it does happen I go "awwh..dammit."
Either way. I have things to look forward too! I think! Mainly the fact Choochokam is done, and I won't have to deal with it for 360 days. Fuck that terrible weekend. We broke records last weekend. I hate fucking tourists. Someday when I own a business, I will love them. For now? I hate.
Last night Hope ( a host/server at the restaurant) and Daniel (server, and an old friend) came over to drink.
Daniel had to drive, so he didn't drink much.
Good times were had. Aaron trying to eat a tablespoon of cinnamon all at once..and then puking because of it. Cards, popcorn throwing into mouth..rock band..Hope getting unbelievably drunk and doing some things I regret happening. Nothing bad.
Either way. It was fun.
Today I had one of the best experiences of my life with a phone.
Backstory:
Lucas and I have a special bonding relationship when it comes to taking shits. We both one day admitted when we're shitting we always use that time to text message. After finding that out, we always texted messaged eachother inappropriate things. Then our colons linked up, and we would "warm up" the toilet for the other person. Seriously, we would always just shit right after eachother not intentional, and make jokes.
So today, I go to the bathroom during service. (Our bathroom has one urinal, one closed toilet, thats it) and I'm taking a piss, and my phone makes the text message sound, and I hear giggling from the stall. I look at my phone, and see it's Lucas "I'm warming it up for you" at this point, we both just start laughing hysterically. He heard my phone make the sound and knew it was me.The timing was perfect. It really was an amazing experience..but it probably sounds pretty fucking dumb.
I went to a wine tasting with Miles. More so he snuck me, the underage cook into a wine tasting. We drank a lot of fucking wine, and got pretty drunk. A lot of it was really good wine. Some of it was pretty bad. We pounded the bad stuff.
Afterwards..we went to Pichet..then to Union..then to Quinns. I've been to Pichet and Union before, both are great. But Quinns I had never been to before.
What good fucking food. Pigs head cooked down, rolled up, and then made all crispy with a duck egg ontop..Bone marrow..oh god. So much good fucking food. We spent a long as time there.
If I hadn't just drank some stiff fucking screwdriver and it wasnt 2 in the morning, I'd talk more about the food. I should. But damnit, let's just say it was a good day.
Friday after 24 hours my mom came to change the bandage.
See picture of bandage
The blood was so thick under all of it, it made a blood cast. After soaking it for a bit, we get most of it off..except for a piece that had fused with my open wound. We try to soak it and get it off, but it hurt to bad. It hurt so bad, it actually made me cry. First time I can remember in years I cried from physical pain. It hurt so bad, and we couldn't get it off. We just rebandaged it, and I felt terrible for some time. It put my body in shock.
Then yesterday, same thing. Not before first thing in the morning hitting it on the oven hard as I could. I couldn't even talk. I just kept taking deep breathes..wait till my swing cook is working 10 minutes later, go into the bar and get ice. Thank god Christian looks at me and says "Need a pain killer?" Shot.
Hopefully it's a little better when it comes to getting the bandage off? We'll soak it longer? I'll take a shot first!
No. Just as bad. No crying like a little bitch this time though! After picking at it for awhile, (and the shot) I look at Christian (our bartender) and let him know I need another shot. I take the shot, look at Aaron (he was breaking down boxes) and say," tell me a joke". He responds "Uh..uh! Why didn't hitler drink! cause it made him angry!" And right as he started telling the joke I just fucking ripped the thing off. My god, that hurt so fucking bad. My body went into shock. I just held my finger, and paced.
But oh, it looked oh so pretty. The blood clotted up so it was all chunky..and ofcourse, wanna see?
We take precautions this time so it won't just heal on it like that again. Wrap it up and I go back to work. I got lucky and we had extra people in the kitchen so I spent a lot of the night just prepping stuff in the back and being the gopher rather than being online.
Then Aaron and I go home and drink an entire bottle of Vodka.
Work today was terrible. Go in hung over, and hour early accidentally, gout kicks in terribly. Then we go to change my bandage..and it stuck. And I pulled, and it ripped, and hurt, but wouldn't come off. I wasn't willing to rip it off again. And since we got it half off..the bandage was done differently..I just had this big sopping wet bandage half on..and we just rebandaged over it. It wasn't done right, so it hurt so much worse. I'm in terrible shape. After barely being able to cook, slamming busy lunch. Sieb finally gets to prima (it's his day off) and I just ask if I can go home, and he sent me home. I was in awful shape.
So thats what happened. Not nearly as bad as the cutting itself. It hurt a lot less that day.
I cut a good chunk of my finger off.
I mean..we were slamming busy, I was cutting bacon, and then boom. it happened.
The exact same thing happened to my old boss at the Brauburn Jim, but now it happened to me. And oh god it hurt. I even said "I PULLED A JIM! I PULLED A JIM!"
On the day we're changing the menu, in middle of being busy. Ugh. I had to go to the doctor with the Chef's wife/boss. Got it all wrapped up and went back to work. My god that fucking sucked. It hurt so bad. I kept popping pain killers..then Chef and I drank wine..then beer, but it still hurt, and I kept bumping it into things. Oh how bad it hurt. And oh how busy we were. What a terrible god damn night. Bleeding..and pain..light headed..could barely function..ugh!
Either way...wanna see? It doesn't look nearly as bad as it actually is, I took the picture at an angle and it makes it look pretty whimpy, but let me tell you, it's a pretty good chunk. I'm pretty sure I saw bone. Don't click if you're weak stomached at all, but it's not that bad.
