you know how i know you're a lush?

Today started with a job interview for another English institute, PLS (Professional Language Services). I went in not expecting to get it as it's more serious and for businesspeople, but they basically just asked me when my available hours were and signed me up immediately. So that starts next week and I'm pretty clueless as to what it entails.

Kelly then met me for lunch at California Burrito Company on Lavalle, close to the Wall Street Institute where I work. It was like Chipotle, which was awesome, and although the tortilla wraps were not up to par, the guacamole and real tortilla chips made up for it. Kelly managed to make a fool of herself in front of all the clientele by tripping not once, but twice on her way out, with the second time nearly taking out the corrugated metal siding of the food counter.

I then worked for 6 hours and had some of my favorite students, which always puts me in a good mood. When I went to leave and said goodbye, my coworker Norberto said, "Ah, The Alamo is calling you." I asked him to repeat this, because my honest-to-God first thought was... "How does the Alamo know I'm at work?" I not-too-quickly realized that this was not literal; that, in fact, my favorite bar does not keep tabs on me and try to contact me when they haven't seen me in a week to check on my state of wellness. Norberto meant the Alamo is beckoning to me. And that is how I know it's time for a break from the Alamo.