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I’ll Settle for Seattle

2 Sep

Spent the weekend in the Pacific Northwest celebrating a dear friend’s birthday.
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We took long walks, visited the Pikes Place Market, ate delicious food, went shopping, saw the Space Needle, the Great Wheel, the Aquarium, and countless wine and whiskey tastings.
I met this magnificent otter.
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It was a lovely escape from the desert heat, if only for a moment. I cannot wait to get back up there again.

You Gotta Get Your Kicks While You Can

3 May

You start to feel it.

I feel it in my face, in my skin, in my bones. I feel it in my scars. I feel it in the rain. I can feel the weather the same way I feel a headache or a sneeze. I feel it in my feet and in my eyes. I even feel It in my hair.

It’s the weight of age, and it is extremely heavy some days.

Only in New Mexico

23 Jun

Driving down San Mateo today, I had to stop and take a picture of this pinata. It was just too ridiculous. I mean, if I were a parent I suppose I would be proud of my little vato when he asked for this for his birthday party. Or extremely concerned. One of the two.

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…I mean, that’s totally normal, right?

Take 1

12 Feb

I’ve lately been avoiding writing anything of substance. I’ve been avoiding everything in general I think. But a lot has happened, and it should be addressed. And it all will be addressed in good time. Here’s a summary of the nothingness that no one missed:

First of all, the holidays got me pretty down this year, for one reason or another. Who cares why. But so after New Years I decided to take care of some things.

For example: I have lived in New Mexico for eight years and it has always been a goal of mine to see Carlsbad Caverns National Park. It is the 2nd largest cave in the US, it used to be a coral reef, now it’s like a 30 million year old Flintstones world. So I saw that. It was awesome. (more on the caves to come later)

Then one of my childhood best friends got married. Couldn’t, wouldn’t miss it for the world. She decided her wedding would be in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Fuck yea. So then that happened. Puerto Rico is fabulous. It has since crossed my mind to simply move there. I think I am still happy with that decision. They have bioluminescense down there. (more on the Puerto Rico wedding to come later)

My birthday happened again. This year I am *ahem* 25. That was an ordeal. But then, my birthdays rarely ever go smoothly. I’ll tell y’all all about my 25th birthday someday.

Decided Floyd and me need a puppy in our lives. Well, I decided. We both miss Kiki. We’re both kind of aging these days. We could use with some youth. So we’re in the market for a baby hound :).

I need to stop avoiding my blog updates. I just gotta own it. Plus, a great friend of mine is starting his WordPress at Aarongonzales.net. Everyone should check it out.

And again, as I said, more to come. Just gotta find my words.

Depth of My Mind

11 Feb

I dreamed I was working at Macy’s and I was perpetually lost in the mall. Also, dinosaurs kept attacking and ransacking the town, which I also kept getting lost and turned around in. I lived in a little Irish neighborhood. The entire thing was set to the Legend of Zelda music.

Then I dreamt I had an abortion and I was forced to carry the little fetus around in a bag at my hip as my Scarlet Letter. I passed out in a dirty alley and was invited into a home where a little Indian boy watched me shower and asked me questions about my life choices and the scars on my body.

Then I dreamt that I was at a particularly cruel dodgeball related summer camp. But I’ve had that same dream many times before. I’m getting better at it. I despise bullies.

I woke up with a jolt because I felt something on my face. It was Floyd’s hair and whiskers. She had her face just centimeters from mine. Her eyes were wide open. She often watches me as I sleep.

Creep.

My Sisyphus

10 Feb

That would be my Sisyphus. Instead of rolling a rock up a hill I’d be perpetually trying to light a cigarette in hell.

Holy Cow, I love you!

30 Jul

I’ve got a pretty great job, if I do say so myself. I spend my days around one my favorite things in life- cheeseburgers. When you hate your job, or dread going to work each day, or bring stress home with you, the whole quality of life thing really degenerates fast, so it’s good to be in a place that makes you happy. And I am.

We recently celebrated the one-year anniversary of our little burger joint, and it really made me think about all the things that place means to so many different people. It’s more than just a paycheck – it’s a tiny family. We all care about the success our little burger joint. A successful first year for a small business is really quite a feat.

The servers all chipped in and had two bobble heads made in the likeness of our two owners. They were pretty funny, I must say. We also brought breakfast for everyone, and had a cake at around four. It was a nice day.

Over the last year, as we were learning and finding our stride, we have made a lot of friends and seen a lot of stuff. So here are a few of the highlights.

The old man who used to come to the old Bob’s Fish and Chips with his son in the seventies. Now his son is dead, and he sat tearing up on the patio while eating his burger because of all the happy memories it brought back.

That time we tried to serve breakfast- it was a total fiasco.

Right around the time we opened someone pooped on our back door.

When the feral cats of the neighborhood started hanging out at our dumpster- and reproducing like crazy. We still have about seven cats that we feed and water. We call them the Holy Kitties.

The brother and sister duo that stopped in during their road trip from California to Florida.

When Mark Ruffalo came in on opening night.

When we got the new air conditioner for the kitchen and it caused the computers to crash.

The kidnapping. Late one night we were cleaning the restaurant and a car sped down the street and haphazardly into the parking lot next door. The back door opened and a woman fell out. The driver then put her back in the car and sped away.

That time a bus pulled up and unloaded all of the residents of a local nursing home into the restaurant. (This now happens on the regular, but that first time was a doozy.)

That time a hooker and a pimp came in to get out of the cold, and when they were asked to leave the man started screaming about how the restaurant had rats and that he was “too fucking classy” to eat there.

When we bought the bad batch of pens and they started exploding everywhere and on everyone.

Our salad cook was waiting at the bus stop after a day in the hot kitchen in the middle of summer when a religious group, thinking she was homeless (she did look pretty rough), gave her a paper bag with “God Loves You” written on it and containing a mashed up PB&J, a bottle of water, and cookies.

The little kid who, as he was putting his burger into a to-go box, said “See ya later”- to the burger!

The little boy who told me ‘Happy Mother’s Day.”

The Finnish motorcycle gang who stopped in during their tour of old Route 66.

When one of our servers told a guest to “chill out and relax” when she was very clearly not into being chill or relaxed.

When the salad cook accidentally coated a server from head to toe in cucumber Greek yogurt dipping sauce. That was awesome.

When one of our bosses tricked a server into drinking a ranch milkshake by telling her it was a new menu item.

That time I got off working two doubles in a row and discovered that during my shift one of my coworkers had filled my purse with apples and sugar packets.

That time when they got to work to open and discovered that during the night someone had left a wedding dress drenched in human poop on the corner of the patio. That really happened, yes.

Someone once drove their car up the sidewalk and literally to our front door.

When it got really hot and we had two new air conditioner vents installed- and then the rainy season started and the vents leaked buckets of water into the dining room.

Our slew of fun and weird characters that make a second home out of the joint.

And all the ups and downs, highs and lows, that go into a year in an emerging small business.

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