Walk around area day number two...found the preferred street to frequent. Quiet, beautiful and a nice thoroughfare. Untouched, as of yet, of grafitti or street walkers. Clean. It has a bike lane and mostly filled with cyclists. Sunday is the ideal day for a ride. Several people were out enjoying the beautiful day.
I walked up to a marketplace and made use of a birthday gift. This has definitely been my year of bra is all I am saying. Hail to the secret. Managed to pick up perfume mister in addition to a few other necessary items. I am finding my ideal scent. In all honesty, heavenly, has always been a favorite. Branching out some, 2011. Gotta say--I love gift cards!
Afterwards, hungry, I considered my options. Return to rental and make a salad. Only that did not sound that appeasing. I wanted a sandwich and a glass of wine. That sounded divine. Attempting to talk myself out of it--the wine factor--I thought of what else could work. Biking up to Whole Foods and having a custom sandwich which could work or there were a few other eateries that did not have wine. Really, as you can see, I was trying to be "good". I envisioned hummus or pitas and knew of a spot but that required more walking. At this point, I wanted convenience...oh, and wine.
I walked into the eatery that I knew had half price wine during the day. Yep, that sold me. Wine wins another Sunday. Ironically, knew the bartender, too. I sat there and he goes, you know, I remember you. I visited Denver in 2005 to attend a football game, being a colts fan, and you waited on me....what? All I could think was... was it a good experience? I didn't ask that since I know that it was. I mean, come on, if he mentioned it, obviously, I made a good impression.
We chatted about Denver, somewhat, and other associations we shared. He knows my friend, Kat, and lives near where I work. I ordered a turkey, brie and fig sandwich--delightful and enjoyed a few glasses of wine. Perfect way to spend a Sunday.
I made a to do list and thought about my life. Eventually, another person sat at the bar. However he was on his phone. Annoying and unpleasant. (Pet peeve #3, behind, clipping toe nails in public or licking fingers while eating hot wings or any other type of greasy food..yuck)! I overheard him say sous chef and another local spot that I knew the owner. So, being me, and nosy, I ask him if he worked there and he goes--no, I work at Kona. Funny. I know a few people that work there, too.
This guy is moving to Spain to seek a new life. Good for him! I think it is awesome. He made some left field comment about always being able to rely on working in a kitchen like it was a maintenance job. I interjected--I love chefs. I love food. You are fortunate to be skilled in that department.
Sure, I am confident in the kitchen but getting a position in a kitchen is definitely out of my wheel house. I was little offended that he played it off like it meant nothing. Come on, you work with food! Exciting~
I wished him luck with his future endeavors. Spain is fantastic from what i hear and I was off. Off to siesta and eventually do another walkabout. Salad for dinner. I love it!