BREWTALITEA was Ah- Mazing last night. Good music and lots of folks turned out. It was super exciting to be part of something that pushes the envelope downtown some. Sorry-- I'm not really downtown-- I'm actually in Newtown. That quarter of a block seems to make all the difference. Whateves. I'm still the only venue in town that can pack 40 little head bangers into one small space. And not a noise complaint one!
My neighbor, sixty- something Sally, walked by last night and said she was so happy that I was helping to breath life into our little corner of town. She thought Metal Monday was a great idea and said it never bothered her to see young people having fun. Her mother, 80- something Tess, thinks that all the drums I have playing are people hammering, so it doesn't bother her either.
As elated as I am, though, I'm also quite sad. My Dr. friend came into the shop today and he told me that while the swelling in my face will go down, there is no way that the discoloration will disappear by Sunday-- which means I will look like a well- attired Quasimodo when I see CA for, ironically, our second face to face meeting. Brilliant. At least Dr. Rob said that if anyone can pull off facial contusions and a major shiner it's me. I've been dressing really girly lately, but mixing in studded belts and wife beaters. I'm calling it my rock and roll ballerina look. If the shoe fits...
Fun week as of yet. Working on the new menu and new teas are arriving each day. Looking forward to some cool bands from C'ville this weekend.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
I can't stand up for falling down
Being the consummate clumsy klutz that I am, I fell down the stairs outside the apartment looking for my keys. Luckily, a rock stopped my face before I hit the ground. Covered in dirt, blood, and the stench of my extreme embarrassment, I trooped across the street to scare Owen out of mind by knocking on his door at two in the morning looking like an axe wound victim. Several blood filled towels and threats made by the cook to call an ambulance later, I found my keys in the front yard and took my cracked skull to bed.
I probably should have gotten a stitch or two. CA says that girls with no tatoos need scars to give them character. Not only am I going to have a couple of scars from this one, but I also have facial lacerations and a black eye. He hits me because he loves style! Makes me look totally bad ass. Which is exactly what I'm going for since tonight is the start of BREWTALITEA. I look more hard core than the band members!
I probably should have gotten a stitch or two. CA says that girls with no tatoos need scars to give them character. Not only am I going to have a couple of scars from this one, but I also have facial lacerations and a black eye. He hits me because he loves style! Makes me look totally bad ass. Which is exactly what I'm going for since tonight is the start of BREWTALITEA. I look more hard core than the band members!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
She holds the hand that holds her down...
It's amazing to me how much I have changed over the past year. I bought a knife yesterday and was as excited as I get when I buy shoes. It's just a plain knife, something that a true chef would scoff at, but it's light and fits my hand well. I have started to develop calluses and have all sorts of little nicks on my hand but since I can't feel them it doesn't really matter. Sometimes I like to cleave things.
Last year when I first started working in a kitchen I only used paring knives. The boys made fun of me and my penchant for baby knives, but I managed to get a lot done with them. Until one day when David made me use a "big girl" knife. And I liked it. It was big and I felt powerful and manly and finally like a real cook. And then I sliced off the end of my finger. I bleed like a hemophiliac for about 10 hours, which made me feel even more like a real cook.
I did a catering gig for my mom yesterday. I know that I should expect it by now, it's been twenty six years of this, but sometimes I forget how critical my mother can be. It wasn't until I pulled it off without a hitch and had all of her friends raving about what a fantastic job I had done that she let up and complimented me. I went from being basket case frantic to put together this amazing feat to completely satisfied in a matter of minutes. Did I mention, the day before the event she added three things to the menu and upped the ante from 100 to 200 people? And Owen had to leave before I could even get started with prep. I made 12 chickens and 200 cupcakes by myself! No wonderful I gloated a little, right?
This time last year, I never pictured that I would be doing this. Actually this time last year, I was kicking around Savannah, making life altering decisions. I'm in that EXACT same spot this year--making major life changes and such. Seems like this year the end result will be much more positive.
I guess that's the thing about your mid- twenties. Life keeps happening and you keep evolving not matter how much you don't think that you do. I guess that's the thing about life actually. It doesn't really matter how old you, you're going to always be in some state of flux.
My ebbs and flows have been monumental lately, but I think that in the long run I'm right where I need to be. For the first time in my life I'm planning for the future and I'm excited about it.
Last year when I first started working in a kitchen I only used paring knives. The boys made fun of me and my penchant for baby knives, but I managed to get a lot done with them. Until one day when David made me use a "big girl" knife. And I liked it. It was big and I felt powerful and manly and finally like a real cook. And then I sliced off the end of my finger. I bleed like a hemophiliac for about 10 hours, which made me feel even more like a real cook.
I did a catering gig for my mom yesterday. I know that I should expect it by now, it's been twenty six years of this, but sometimes I forget how critical my mother can be. It wasn't until I pulled it off without a hitch and had all of her friends raving about what a fantastic job I had done that she let up and complimented me. I went from being basket case frantic to put together this amazing feat to completely satisfied in a matter of minutes. Did I mention, the day before the event she added three things to the menu and upped the ante from 100 to 200 people? And Owen had to leave before I could even get started with prep. I made 12 chickens and 200 cupcakes by myself! No wonderful I gloated a little, right?
This time last year, I never pictured that I would be doing this. Actually this time last year, I was kicking around Savannah, making life altering decisions. I'm in that EXACT same spot this year--making major life changes and such. Seems like this year the end result will be much more positive.
I guess that's the thing about your mid- twenties. Life keeps happening and you keep evolving not matter how much you don't think that you do. I guess that's the thing about life actually. It doesn't really matter how old you, you're going to always be in some state of flux.
My ebbs and flows have been monumental lately, but I think that in the long run I'm right where I need to be. For the first time in my life I'm planning for the future and I'm excited about it.
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