What a day what a day
I hadn't seen my mom in a while so I told her I would treat her to lunch wherever she wanted. So, I met her in San Bruno at this amazing place that's a Brazilian-steakhouse-BBQ-Buffet. It's called Cleo's Brazilian Steakhouse and boy howdy, is it the bomb shit pussy. You get a plate and go to the buffet line like any other buffet, but while you eat, the waiters bring out huge skewers with gigantic hunks of meat so they can cut off and give you as much as you like. Needles to say, I stuffed myself stupid with meat. I had tri-tip, lamb, bacon-wrapped chicken, Brazilian pork sausage, chicken hearts, and several other cuts of beef. If you ever want to go, I'll take and I'll treat and I'll love on you for going there. It's booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomb.
Also I went to work today and it started out lame as hell, But a couple hours before my shift was over, a guest called down with a somewhat strange request. It seems this lady took a client of hers out to dinner and when they finished their meal the client, a Frenchman, was upset that he was smoking his last clove cigarette and didn't think he'd get one till Wednesday.
So, the lady called me and asked if I could acquire his particular brand of fruity smokes, and if I could, she would reward me with one hundred dollars. The cigarettes were called Bali Hai, by a company known as Djarum. After calling about six smoke shops, I found one called Gazebo on Jones and O'farell. Not only did they have the fancy-pants cigarettes, but they wouldn't close until 1am. So, I raced down there bought the smokes and raced back. When I got up to the lady's room she was so pumped that she gave me an extra forty dollars. The cost of these things: six bucks! For six bucks and 1/16 tank of gas she tipped me one hundred-forty dollars American. As Brandon once said, "It was fuck-specing-tacular!"
So I went and celebrated with a hot dog and a piroski from Happy Donut on Third & King.