Turns out, I’m a big baby who freaks out about everything entirely too much and always thinks she’s going to fail. That’s how I roll. But immediately after I wrote the previous post I decided to suck it up and make it work, thereby going downstairs into the cooler basement, far away from any blog or internet distractions, and just memorized the shit out of everything. I’m kind of amazed with myself. I mean, I pretty much rule, I suppose I sometimes just forget about my supreme awesomeness. But yes, I am now feeling far more confident in my ability to remember the correct recipes and ounce weights that it takes to get business men and sports fans piss drunk and take all of their money. Now I just need the restaurant to open up so that the suckers guests can come rolling in…
