Day 203: Asian-Jacking, Sport Loitering, & Slacking Off

Listening: I fell into a winter slide and ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow, just eeking out my measly pies.

What's my problem? My delinquency.

It's a quarter to three and I'm in my apartment hanging out on the internet with a friend plinking on her keyboard on the other couch. There will be food served tonight. There will be food consumed at the restaurant. I do not have the day off. I just have nothing of value to do in the kitchen until it comes to make staff meal. My list looks a little like this:

Check b-nut (butternut squash)
Check orzo
Braise beef cheeks for use on Thursday or Friday.
Staff meal.

Not a whole lot. Apparently Chef had already checked my b-nut and my orzo before I even went in late at two o'clock. The beef cheeks, he said, could be done on Thursday if I really wanted to put them off. He told me to go home for a while. I'm glad I didn't have much of a commute, just down the stairs. He sent Pies home for a while too. Pablo was told not to come in until late as well.

We have fifteen on. I can't see us doing much more than thirty. I'm just hoping to move some of my proteins.

The note of my upcoming slow service is, by no means, an excuse for my delinquency in posting. I have an excuse though. I have become the victim of "Asian-jacking." No. Not that kind of jacking. It's like hijacking, but instead of being swooped away by people you don't know for an agenda you don't know, you're surprisingly swooped away by a fellow Asian person, and brought on an potentially aimless adventure. Sometimes the adventure has direction, but it doesn't necessarily need to. One of my friends was "Asian-jacked" by being texted to come out of her house where her friend was already there, led to get sushi and whisked away to another house, all completely not premeditated by the victim of the "Asian-jacking."

I was "Asian-jacked" by my friend the other day (though it has happened a couple of times since then). She texted me for coffee, not realizing that I was one of those folks who lingers in bed for much longer than the normal person. Successful in rousing me from bed, we proceeded to have breakfast at the Downy Flake, sat there for a good few hours watching people come and go. We then drove out to Altar Rock, hung out there for a while. I helped her move some stuff to her new digs and then went to the Cisco brewery. We had a couple of pints and then went for dinner at Kitty Murtaugh's. We sat there for HOURS just drinking water after we finished. I came up with the idea that we had been sport loitering all day. We would seriously go somewhere, hang out for long periods of time, go somewhere else and hang out there for long periods of time. The word loitering was brought up by my friend, but it kind of went beyond just simple loitering. It took some serious skill, practice and dedication. Or maybe it just takes a dead island and two reasonably intellectual people who like to talk.

Anyhow it's a quarter past three. Maybe I should be going in soon. *sigh* Time for six hours of boredom. It's like the summer in Cambridge, but cold and with nowhere to go. I'll be back in the city tomorrow for catering prep with the Chez folks. It should be a good time. Maybe I'll even get some dim sum while I'm there.