The Dogs are Barkin'!

Yesterday afternoon and evening I worked my first catering gig with Hugh Groman. He runs a really great business and I felt more at home than I have in a while. There was a number of times in the evening that I said to myself - "wow, these are my type of people." Unfortunately, we are reaching the end of the season and there's not much more work to be had. The lead server last night was complaining about the lack of work. And I thought - now, lady don't even get me started!

I wore my black Dr. Maartens and thought I was clever when I stopped in at Walgreens to get some Dr. Schol's inserts before I got a sesame ball at Yank Sang and walked down to Pier 1. I put them in my shoes - the inserts, not the sesame ball - while sitting on the pier looking over the bay and was feeling pretty good. I know that I was on my feet for over 7 hours, but it was around hour 5 that I started hobbling. I am now bruised on the right foot where part of the shoe was rubbing. But all in all I just hurt. I need to grab my little roller and got to town.

The food was amazing and the guests were all friendly. By the end of the evening they were all drunk as skunks, but I left with a mess of food and I hope I do not have to cook or shop until next Wednesday. Best yet was the view, right on the pier with a breathtaking sight of the Bay Bridge. I think I need to hang out by the Embarcadero more.

This morning my cell rang quickly followed by the sound of 2 texts. No, I did not get out of bed. That is a rare thing since my phone is pretty quiet lately and the sound of correspondence has a scarily strong hold over me. But I cannot remember the last time my phone rang off the hook.

I had an interesting phone conversation with Christine this morning as she drove to pick up her kids in Carmichael. She mentioned that she has no friends. She wanted to go shopping the other day, but didn't have anyone to go with. That may be true locally, but honestly, I don't think she looks for friends. I have been going out of my way to meet people and not having any luck either. I realized that it's been many years since I had a best friend. Like 10 years. It may be because of the moving around or perhaps that my expectations are too high. It seems like people my age also move from friends onto lovers and the dating thing is not working out all that well. But heck, at least I'm trying.

Hold on a second!

I expected this post to be a lot more positive than it actually is. What happened? The phone call from this morning was one of the women from Hip Line - a belly dance fitness club in Berkeley. They are looking for teachers and I will be taking a class to see how it's done on Sunday. The class is called Shimmy Pop and it's a mix of hip hop and belly dance. I have to say, I am pretty excited about it.

I also need to try out the yoga class taught by the teacher training guy at 7th Heaven. If all goes well, I will also start that training in January and be certified to teach in May.

Gratitudes:
1. a forum to vent and think out loud
2. TV on demand
3. leftovers!!
4. living close to the water
5. small jobs and job possibilities

Okay, time to start cleaning!