Originally Posted by jimmytango

Rode ten miles to a fundraiser, cooked at said fundraiser next to former bosses of mine that are considered some of the best chefs in America. It was nice to run out of my dish an hour before theirs ran out even though I had more food, but it was even nicer to have the man who is considered one of the best chefs in the world telling me that my food is outstanding and that he's proud to have me as a former employee. Then, I wandered around the event eating the other chef's food, drinking obscene amounts of whisky, and socializing with the other chefs realizing that I've actually begun to "make it". Then I rode home and now I'm gonna go get hammered. Fantastic evening.