Work was brutal yesterday, mainly because everyone is sick including the babies, my coworkers and myself and it was fairly slow in the restaurant. Also it was just kind of a sucky day overall with low check averages, mediocre tips and obnoxious guests. Sometimes things just don’t run as smoothly as one would like. But that’s ok, today is another day and tonight is another shift and who knows? Maybe there’ll be a Lenten miracle. I like Lent, all the seafood specials and all the drunks trying to give up drinking after the wild excess of Mardi Gras. From Ash Wednesday all the way to St Patrick’s Day, when the Lenten promises are frequently broken, New Orleans is fueled by sparkling water, blue crab and shrimp. Then onto dark Irish stouts and brisket or for the more devout, the spaghetti with breadcrumbs and the beautiful spectacle of the St Joseph Day altar.
Meanwhile my parade obsessed kids still want to play “Throw me something, Mister!” daily. They get all their throws together and I yell for them and they throw them to me. Then Max will switch roles from float rider to the marching band with his trumpet and it is so incredibly adorable.
Here’s hoping for some harmonic convergence at work tonight. I don’t really know what that’s supposed to mean, technically. But it sounds about right for what I’m looking for; the stars aligning for the good of this evening. All right, y’all, love, peace and chicken grease.