1. The long hours. It's almost midnight and he is still at the restaurant. And we are supposed to put in two hours on the new menu tonight when he (eventually) gets home.
2. When he has to work on Friday nights. And Saturdays. And holidays. (Like the Fourth of July.)
3. Mean reviews. He takes them very personally. People love to complain, but rarely make the effort to compliment. Most people have no idea how hard we work to keep that restaurant going so we can pay the bills. If you want to make Steve's day, tell him something you like about Sonora Grill here, here, or here (scroll down until you see Reviews by Google users and click on Rate and review). If you do, I'll give you a prize.
The cool parts about Steve's job:
1. Eating at Sonora Grill. When I go out to lunch with friends, sometimes they offer to go somewhere else, wondering if I am sick of eating at Sonora Grill. I'm not. (And I don't think I ever will be.)
2. Excuses to eat awesome food at other places too. Like Vegas. And this place. We've had our tickets since March, and I am so, so, so excited.
3. Free passes to cool things. Like iFLY.
Ever since our neighbor went and spoke to Rachel's class on Veterans Day about jumping out of planes as a paratrooper, we told him we were going to take him to iFLY with us. So when Steve got some passes a few weeks ago, we scheduled our date.
Tuesday wasn't best day for me. I had a terrible sinus cold. The dishwasher broke and leaked all over the kitchen floor, leaving some of the wood warped. Kaleigh dumped a tall glass of milk off the counter. There were dirty dishes (and dirty laundry) everywhere. I might have yelled at my husband and kids to get off my sheets with their dirty clothes (and shoes) on. (Duvet cover was in the wash because Adam peed on my bed in his sleep.) But we had our reservations for iFLY, and we were going.
We left the house ten minutes late. And then Steve ran over Adam's rake in the driveway. The tire deflated instantly. We transferred car seats into our neighbor's vehicles (it took two) and finally made it the six blocks to the Solomon Center.
Rachel is an old pro; it was her third time:
Lucy was a little nervous for her first flight:
And I was a little nervous about Adam. Mostly because the flight instructors remembered him from a year or two ago. . . as the boy who pulled down his pants and mooned someone in the tunnel. These days that might not phase me, but back then, it was so bizarre. He had never done anything like that before. And then all of the sudden, there he was, with his cheeks up against the clear, acrylic wall of the wind tunnel.
Here is the whole group, pre-flight:
Adam was all set to go until it was his turn and he looked down the air chamber:
The instructor was really nice and tried to help him feel comfortable:
But as soon as that air turned on, Adam's legs started kicking:
More jumping around, trying to ease him into it:
There was more kicking. But he finally calmed down enough to have a good flying experience:
A fun time was had by all, but we should have just taken Adam to go jump on a trampoline.