It's great being back in Brighton. Although I initially decided that I didn't want to return to bar work, I am assistant manager of Three and Ten, which is such a cool little venue! I am loving the theater upstairs with its comedy nights and independent drama productions and am meeting loads of new interesting characters. Long hours though mean my days off are very precious, and leave me with little desire to do much else but rest and eat! good for saving money!
I am already thinking about the next adventure though, as I think it helps preserve sanity whilst working full time, having a big plan to work on. I have been wanting to go to South America for some time, and having recently read a book on the corruption in Mexico, am strangely drawn towards visiting, not for very long though. I would also love to see the West coast of North America, and am thinking of starting in California, maybe doing a bit of surfing and the travelling down to Mexico, followed by Peru, Brazil or Chile.
Clearly all of this will cost loads, and we don't even have our own place to live properly yet. Its all good paying only £100 a month now but we have hidden costs (a depressed housemate who just drains all energy and positiveness from the flat and is a total pain in the ass) and this weekend the flat owner has returned for a Frisbee tournament and wants to sleep in her room (our room) for a night. So we have to either A) sleep with depressed housemate or B) find somewhere else for the night. I am working till 4am so its unlikely that anyone will be able to accommodate me from such a late hour so I am probably just going to sleep at work!!! on the sofa!! or in the hammock! I wish moving out would be easier but with Sam still being unemployed and his job seekers allowance not even coming through yet, things are tough.
I am currently sat in bed enjoying the peace of having the flat to myself (everyone has gone to the frisbee tournament) and nursing a stinking cold, trying to dose up on as much nutritious food and green teas before work at 3.30pm. At least I have Sunday and Monday off.
Work is cool, we were blessed with the company of Ugly Duckling who had just played a gig in Brighton last Saturday, so it was great to meet them and provide hospitality for them. I got my tshirt signed as well. Working so many hours means the weeks are flying by, but this is good because it seems like pay day is very often.
I think i am going to make a massive batch of spicy pumpkin soup today and binge on hummous.
Sam, Dave and I cooked a meal last night, and I bought a WHOLE SQUID to play with. It was so disgusting and amazing, with it's ink SACK full of ink, and it's BLACK BEAK and it's really long slimy suckered tentacles and it's SPINE which looked like plastic, it really didn't look natural at all. Weird. Takes no time to cook, literally 30 seconds on the George Foreman with loads of chilli and garlic and lemon juice. So we had that with some salmon on brown Basmati rice and honey and paprika roasted veg. Well fit.
