Summer Nights
My final night at the Bowl was actually pretty good, as work nights go.
It started off on the drive in to work. In the car I had an epiphany. Suddenly something clicked, and all of a sudden I dropped my cynicism and believed that I'm not going to lose my friends forever next month. I don't know what it was, but something made me believe the "we'll stay friends after high school" line. It made me so happy I laughed for the rest of the ride.
At work, I had some lovely patrons. One box of people became my friends after asking me what celebs we had that evening, and I kept going back to them each time we got new ones.
Another box walked in with a beautiful bouquet of cut fruit. It was a lovely centerpiece of melons and strawberries and grapes. They kept insisting that I take a piece, but I said I wasn't allowed to; it would look too "unprofessional". The woman scoffed, "what are they going to do, fire you?" When I responded that it was my last night anyway, she forced me to take a chocolate covered strawberry. Some time later, she came out and gave me the entire rest of the arrangement, including the lovely basket it came in. I shared with my family (who were there tonight) and my coworkers down in wardrobe.
At the beginning of the show, one of the Patina (the Bowl's catering service) girls came by and gave me a mocha, and at the end of the night one of the patrons gave me a delicious lemony whipped-creamy white chocolate-covered dessert.
I actually really enjoyed the show tonight (Wayne Brady singing Sammy Davis Jr. is amazing), and I literally went out with a bang, as the grand finale included fireworks and a dozen Vegas showgirls.
Only Dean will appreciate this next part:
On the way home, I eschewed my usual freeway route, instead making a Dean Tambling turn on to Cahuenga, then coasting on Barham. I took the alley that we once got pulled over for using to Valley, then went down Evergreen, passed Sam's house as usual, then turned around at the stone walls, went back, did a 1/4-assed parking job, using my hazard lights, before heading over to Dean's where I stopped briefly to turn around, and then headed home.
Overall, a lovely evening and a great way to end my summer working at the Bowl.
It started off on the drive in to work. In the car I had an epiphany. Suddenly something clicked, and all of a sudden I dropped my cynicism and believed that I'm not going to lose my friends forever next month. I don't know what it was, but something made me believe the "we'll stay friends after high school" line. It made me so happy I laughed for the rest of the ride.
At work, I had some lovely patrons. One box of people became my friends after asking me what celebs we had that evening, and I kept going back to them each time we got new ones.
Another box walked in with a beautiful bouquet of cut fruit. It was a lovely centerpiece of melons and strawberries and grapes. They kept insisting that I take a piece, but I said I wasn't allowed to; it would look too "unprofessional". The woman scoffed, "what are they going to do, fire you?" When I responded that it was my last night anyway, she forced me to take a chocolate covered strawberry. Some time later, she came out and gave me the entire rest of the arrangement, including the lovely basket it came in. I shared with my family (who were there tonight) and my coworkers down in wardrobe.
At the beginning of the show, one of the Patina (the Bowl's catering service) girls came by and gave me a mocha, and at the end of the night one of the patrons gave me a delicious lemony whipped-creamy white chocolate-covered dessert.
I actually really enjoyed the show tonight (Wayne Brady singing Sammy Davis Jr. is amazing), and I literally went out with a bang, as the grand finale included fireworks and a dozen Vegas showgirls.
Only Dean will appreciate this next part:
On the way home, I eschewed my usual freeway route, instead making a Dean Tambling turn on to Cahuenga, then coasting on Barham. I took the alley that we once got pulled over for using to Valley, then went down Evergreen, passed Sam's house as usual, then turned around at the stone walls, went back, did a 1/4-assed parking job, using my hazard lights, before heading over to Dean's where I stopped briefly to turn around, and then headed home.
Overall, a lovely evening and a great way to end my summer working at the Bowl.