man sitting on a burger tuesday
between all my other not-so-real jobs, man sitting is maybe the most exhausting and strange, but fun job i’ve had in a while. drew had surgery last friday on his foot, and being wildly dramatic about it. good news are - while he was gone on drugs and stayed with friends without stairs, i got to stay in his apartment. and now, i get to camp on his couch and man sit him, which means i listen to his complaints* bring ice packs to him and his foot, shop for groceries and pick up his dry cleaning. i think the laundry and other chores is just for me, since i can not see how i could live without a clean home, even if it isn’t my own.
for the first time since i moved here, i got to witness burger tuesday at rosamunde in the lower heights at lunchtime today. for only $6 you get the best burger in sf, and it’s worth the 40 min wait. if you’re off work, or every day in your life is a sunday, you can score a happy hour beer at tornado next door and get away with it for less than $10 including tips.
tomorrow morning, long before the vicadine has left the patient’s blood stream, i will land in vancouver, and before that, i’m doing my almost ritualistic dinner-with-alex-before-leaving-town. i’m excited about canada, and interested in what it may bring of challenges and learning. i feel calm and zen about everything, including whining men, working in a cheese shop and biking in the dark.
to be perfectly superficial, i’m only agitated over my hair. i got a color along with a cut, and it’s too dark. screw cheap haircuts and dye jobs. don’t know how to fix it before buying more apples than i can possibly eat on saturday. it’s so severe. so russian mob. i’m beachy and blonde…this is too off the boat. and i don’t mean sag harbor. will not be able to fix this before meeting my future co-workers tomorrow. if you see teresa from real housewives making graham cracker crust and taking tequila shots anywhere near vancouver, that’s probably me.
*not always gracefully, i’m sorry to admit
