another chapter comes to a close my friends - the evenings of both liquid and solid bread at Amnesia are no more. i'll be shifting my shift to one night earlier in the week (mother effing free bluegrass monday night sucka what?!?) and hence, shall no longer be slangin my breads outta the lovely little red room.
this simultaneously makes me giggle with glee, and quietly weep.
i have to THANK YOU all for all of the loaves you loved while drunkenly mumbling at that copper tabletop. i woulda never gotten to where i am now without your help, so please please PLEASE accept my heartfelt gratitude.
AND COME PARTY WITH ME ON MONDAY NIGHTS WHERE THE DEER AND THE ANTELOPE PLAYYYYYYYYY