Day Two

I slept in until like 7:45am. It was amazing.

Tracy was at work. I got up and made myself a bacon egg and cheese sandwich with some coffee and OJ. I put on a movie to watch while I cooked and ate. I worked on my resume and played on the internet for a little while until Tracy came home.

After Tracy came home, we went down to hang out with Eric and lil' Dylan. We hit up the 'beach' down at Seward Park and laid out in the sun for a couple hours.

Afterwards we decided to go get some tacos from Rancho Bravo, taco truck turned Taqueria. Camie & Eric had never been there, so we thought it would be a good idea, even though Tracy and I wanted to go to an actual Taco Truck.

Rancho Bravo was pretty exciting. Camie and Eric got there before Tracy and I. Camie was eating a burrito, and Eric had finished his tacos already. He asked me to get him another taco when I ordered my food.

We were close to wrapping everything up there, and Eric tried to pay me a couple bucks for the taco. I told him not to worry about it, that taco was courtesy of the US Government. We laughed, then I heard the lady sitting across from me say something incoherent about the US. I could see her pointing at me and she continued to say crazy things. It was nice.

I'm not sure exactly what she was saying, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with me going to hell, and then she said something about prenatal something something hell. She was getting louder. Then a nice hipster boy decided to be hilarious and said "Yeah, crazy lady."

That upset her and then she yelled "I'M NOT FUCKING CRAZY! I'm independent I can see my family FUCK YOU FUCK YOU" and she threw her cup of water and ice on the floor. One of the employees then came up to her and asked her if everything was ok. He was polite. She responded with "I'M NOT ALRIGHT! NOTHING'S ALRIGHT!"

The whole restaurant was paying attention at this point. The employee then told her he would call the police. She then told him "WHAT, YOU GONNA KICK ME OUT OF MY UNIVERSE!? YOU CAN'T KICK ME OUT, I"M GOD! Now leave," and she waved her fingers in a way to let him know that she was finished.

Then she went and focused her attention back to my table. Someone else in the restaurant yelled "just leave, lady!" and then she threw her plate with a taco and salsa down and the ground, stood up and started walking around yelling and drooling and letting the spit fly everywhere. now that she was out of our way, we decided to leave.

We were only outside for a minute when she was shoved out of the main doors of Rancho Bravo. Someone in there took the initiative to actually touch her and force her outside. He then held the doors closed so she couldn't get back in. You could hear the people inside cheering. This angered her more and she started to bang on the windows.

Rancho Bravo is just a few blocks from the copshop on Capitol Hill. A police officer was driving by, so I thought I would try to flag him down to let him know that there is a crazy lady causing a disturbance.

Now, I'm not sure what the policy for the police if they see someone trying to wave them down. Maybe they are only allowed to stop if they are contacted by their dispatch or what, but he just looked at me waving at him, and drove on past.

Then we got ice cream at Molly Moon's and then we went home.

End Day Two.

At the beach Eric brought up the idea of me just going to culinary school rather than getting another job I will end up hating in a few months.

This is something people have been telling me to do for a long time, but I was making good money. I didn't like my Job all that much, but you know, money.

Now that I make no money, getting loans and going to school full time sounds fairly appealing.

The Culinary Institute of America requires six months of professional kitchen experience. There's a branch down in Northern California, and Tracy would love to be closer to her family. I am thinking of applying there, getting a job up here in a kitchen somewhere. Once out lease is up we could move down there and I'll start going to school.

This idea excites me quite a bit.