Using up my punch pass, more for the shower than anything else but after an hour in the weight room I treat myself to the steam room, the hot tub, the sauna, before heading out for a well-earned meal.
"The Witches Cauldron", a popular spot for Charcuteries, boards of simple pre-sliced cuts of meat, cheese, olives, fig jams, pickles, some nuts, fresh baguettes, all this is inexpensive, an impressive business model that provides the kitchen minimal stress, I'm here largely for the ambiance, to fill in those spots in my diet where I don't ordinarily get to, but throw in a couple of small glasses of wine and ***!!FUCKING BLOODY HELL***. This is why I don't drink out.
Anyways, sorry about that, looked at the bill, lost the plot there for a moment.
They've a tarot reader onsite, she's psychic, she must be, just look at the tattoos and her curly red tresses, and I'm watching and it's taking me a while to figure it out, I'm not so bright, the whole theme of this restaurant is "Witches", but - when I do, and then - wtf - WTF!, is she looking this shit up on her phone? SHE'S LOOKING IT UP ON HER PHONE!!!!
You should not be charging for any sort of reading if your looking shit up on your phone. That's embarrassing. That said, her clients don't seem to upset. Imagine what I could do, a few crystals and scattered decks to choose from, a black candle to burn the dark mass...
You know, I've got this down.
Anyways, the "big" night out on my 4 day weekend, an unexpected "boon"? (not really, days off - in this season, are expensive, I hemorrhage money buying coffee and eating in restaurants and doing everything I can to stay warm.) My rhythm will improve as the nights grow shorter and the weather warmer.