I have moved. To the desert.
Here’s the deal: on July 1st, 2016, I quit my job at Age of Learning. Since then, I’ve thrown a rooftop Fourth of July party, attended a teacher training workshop/surf vacation in San Diego, visited my parents in Las Vegas, found myself a place to live in Palm Desert, rented a truck and moved to the new apartment in Palm Desert…. Most of these things I did during the Great Sibling Sleepover; my sister tagged along with me for most of July and a couple of days in August. Having my sister with me was the best part! We spent a lot of time on the beach; siting on a sarong, watching the surfers.
Now I’m all moved in to my new apartment in Palm Desert. I’ve found a new Crossfit place to join, and I’ve found the Filipino grocery… which seems to be the grocery for the whole Asian communty. I haven’t yet found a ukulele community, or a place to get my hair cut.
The nice lady at the Filipino market recommended a guy named Jesse, a Mexican, who cuts all their hair, “we all go to him.” She wrote down his number from memory on a slip of paper. I might call him later, or I might just drive two hours back to LA so I can get my Koreatown haircut from the lady the calls me handsome and makes me look like I’m going to a gala.
I haven’t found a vegetarian Indian cafeteria in the desert like the one that was down the street from me in LA. That was a big part of my nutrition program, that made eating a calorie deficit cheap, easy, and delicious. Now I’m not sure what to do. I would eat locusts and honey out here in the desert… but actually both of those foods fall outside of my nutrition program.
What I have found in the desert is a seafood restaurant which I refer to as Fisherman-thang since I can’t seem to remember the name of the place. The first time my sister and I went there, we noticed that the staff was Mexican so we talked to them in Spanish. My sister ordered a campechana, and I ordered a big salad with grilled fish, grilled shrimp, and a handfull of crab on it. It turns out my salad was super good and my sister’s campechana was super sugary and ketchupy. I felt bad for her.
The next day our friend D drove out to visit, and we took her to Fisherman-thang for lunch, and this time D got the salmon salad, I got some mahi mahi tacos, and my sister got a bunch of fried things. Their fried things are REALLY GOOD, they have it down. The menu says that they beer-batter the fish but it’s tempura, I know. Maybe they put beer in the tempura batter but it’s not that puffy ass beer batter that people think they like until they put it in their mouth and it tastes like puffy garbage. Beer batter is the worst. THE WORST.
We did some more casual hanging out in Palm Desert and then it was time to take my sister to the airport for her flight back to Seattle. We dropped her off, there were hugs, and I was sad to see her go. After that D and I went to the outlet mall, which is kind of spectacular. I’m surprised to hear myself praising the outlet mall, but yah.
After the outlet mall it was time for dinner, and there was only one place that D and I wanted to go, and that was BACK TO FISHERMAN-THANG. So to review, we ate there for dinner on one day, lunch the next day, and then dinner that same day. YES it’s really good but don’t order anything Mexican from those guys, they’re cooking for gringos.
I’ve had two days of new teacher orientation at my new place of work. At the end of it our new teacher mentor told us to go out and do great work, “or however the kids are saying it these days.” I immediately said, “slay,” and then regretted it, maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. There was no time to explain the context and proper use of that word. Then again maybe it will come out wrong and they’ll talk about it.
People might not say “hella” here. I mentioned to a younger woman working at Goodwill that smoking was “hella expensive” and she asked “did you say that smoking was hell of expensive?” Maybe it’s a different population than I would expect.