Like all of my adventures there’s a back story and sense it’s hard to say where one chapter ends and another starts I’ll just give you a rundown of the situation. I was fried and injured from running the Bar in downtown. I’m still pissed that I let me self go that far for that place but I did. Dave had moved out and *Cathy had left me and I was going nuts. Then Mike called, drunk and wanting to get away from the East Coast and wanted to know if he could come out to Seattle. Of course I said yes, for all intents and purposes the guy is my “attorney” and I needed something to pull me out of the rut that I was in.
2 weeks later he showed up and life went from idle to 120 mph in about 5 seconds. We got into a good amount of trouble the first few weeks but I was also have a major crisis of faith in even staying in the restaurant business. I loved to cook but as I said, I was burnt the fuck out. I had already walked out of one full time gig and was working part time for cash for a friend in her Kitchen.
It was around this time that Mike said I needed to get in touch with Vicky who I hadn’t thought about in literally 10+ years. I could have never expected what happened next but shit happens when you least expect it. Nothing had changed since we where kids. We had both grown up to be the people we knew we would become. She was a pro Dominatrix living in my old neighborhood in West Oakland and going to school and I’m still cooking. She had her shit together and what I thought was going to be a quick “Hi, how you doing?” turned into a 3 hour conversation. Chemistry is a bitch and things got real really fast but we both knew it would never work for a variety of reasons I won’t go into.
It was 5am on a Monday morning when I got a booty call from a chick that I had been trying to fuck for a few weeks and when she called I jumped up cause I was horny, I couldn’t sleep and I had nothing better to do. That and it brings a smile to my face knowing that this is what I’m doing at this time instead of getting up to go to a 9-5 office job that I hate. There are some benefits to being a Chef.
I got home sometime around 2 and decided I might as well send out a few resumes since I needed to find a full time gig to pay the rent. I saw the ad on craigslist and didn’t think in a million years they would call me. It was for a Yoga Center in Hawaii and sounded good on paper but if you’ve read the rest of this book then you know already how this is going to turn out (but keep reading because reading is cool).
Two days later and shit was hitting the fan and the last thing I was expecting was to have to do a phone interview. Mike and I where high as fuck after spending the morning dealing with both the cops and the landlords and waiting for something else to go wrong and when I saw the number on the caller ID. My first thought was that they were going to tell me that they had given the job to someone else. They asked me a few questions and my responses where honest, not the type that I would give in a standard interview, and I was really stoned.
Fifteen minutes later they told me the job was mine if I wanted it and that I would need to start a week and a half later. I told them I needed a day to think about it but at that point there really wasn’t another option for several reasons. Mike knew this and was looking into buying me a plane ticket before I even hung up the phone. The son of a bitch even pulled the Attorney card on me and I knew I was going and that I just needed to accept it.
More to come very soon.
PS vickey, I waited to here back from you before I published