Think think think.
I have an interview tomorrow at a hotel restaurant and at a nicer restaurant that features a picture of the chef with John Travolta and Kelly Preston in the bathroom. I'm crossing my fingers for the former and putting on a cleavage-inducing bra for the latter.
We (Aaron and his mom and I) rented bikes and rode around the Santa Barbara harbor today. That turned out to be kind of boring, so we went to the zoo instead.
Now I have a gigantic headache and am begging Aaron to make the lomo saltado that he promised me last night. Mmm. Food.