When I first moved home I was determinded to keep my "I lived in the outside world" cool points for as long as possible. I had rules, guidelines...standards if you will. Napa, however has this amazing ablity to become the great equalizer, slowly the town itself chips away at your will power creating weak points. These weak points, my friends, is where the problems start.
It had been 2 months and 13 days since I graduated from college and I still hadn't found a "real job". You can just imagine how thrilled my parents must have been. "This is our over educated daughter, who lays on our couch and watches Sex in the City in between naps and bouts of binge drinking." Really, these were just shining moments for me. The fact that my daily activites could usually be counted on one hand was, I feel, an accomplishment. Wake up, check email, make cocktail ,watch tv and occasionally go out. I mean really, being fabulous on the Napa night scene by night and a couch surfin degenerate by day wasn't all that bad. I don't know what my parents had to complain about, I did cook almost nightly if that's not ample repayment for them putting me through school so I can lay in their couch for months I don't know what is!
There's a lot to be said for being a lady of leisure. Sleeping til the late morning, spending most of your day in clothes that don't match. Who needs to work hard to be rich when you can be poor and wear loungers every day, right? Sadly, on day 74 my days of channel surfing and job hunting ended as I entered the world as a real working adult. I was the lowest of the low, a bar back. A college educated, degree carrying barback. Oh the glory! Thank you Napa, for putting me back in my place.
Lunch at La Petite Ferme
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