Tonight is an open house at the cooking school that has become the focus of my career-shift strategy. Classes would start in January and run for six months, with one of those being in Avignon, France. Since I have virtually no restaurant experience outside a brief tenure as a pizzeria dishwasher in high school, I'm probably going to follow the advice of a local dessert house owner who suggested I take whatever entry-level job I can find to test the water. First, a month or so of vacation (it's been about four years since my last month-long stretch of vacation or unemployment), then we'll see what my attitude is. I'm trying to separate bad feelings about the current job from the generally dreary prospect for a lifetime in the current career.

So let's hope I don't spill wine on my shirt and make a general oaf of myself. Then it's off to the Modest Mouse concert, or rather the concert the Wife talked me into going with her to see with the promise of Modest Mouse being there. Should be one of those nights that makes me wistful and nostalgic for the days when I had the energy to go to work on Friday and still go out afterwards. My liver will be less wistful.