Great Alternative Saturday Setup

More & more events kept snowballing our way.  Some from past gigs where we got invited back for future setups & others from new customers who enjoyed our Cheezers so much at the farmers market that they wanted us to cater their event.

In November 2017, we were still hitting apartment complexes on Tuesdays, OB Wednesday, driving to Sony & on to Oceanside Sunset Market Thursdays & filling in on Fridays, Saturdays & some Sundays when we could.  Kate & I came into a few great events on Saturdays that conflicted with Scripps Ranch morning market, but luckily Bev (the market manager) was understanding about it.

"Go & do what you gotta do," Bev said with great enthusiasm.  "You guys are building a shop, take all of the opportunities you can get.  Your spot will be here when you need it."

It was a blessing to have that kind of Saturday flexibility. 

Veteran's Day weekend, we catered another first birthday party for Finleigh at his home in Solana Beach.  Kate & I had gone to the San Diego Gulls hockey game the night before with a group of friends & stayed out a little longer than we should have.  

As I used to say back when I worked in a warehouse in Tennessee, "Do what you want & enjoy yourself [the night before], just don't bring it to work with ya [the next day]."

We followed my old advice, but at one point my stomach would not agree with me.

"I gotta use the bathroom," I told Kate.

"What?  I think it's inside next to the living room," she said.  

At that point, we hadn't even set foot in their house.  We'd unloaded everything from the driveway around through a gate into the backyard.  I really didn't want to ask.  

"Can't you hold it?"

"No," I said. 

"Oh no, please don't go here."

"I think I saw a Vons when we got off the 5, just down the road.  I'll be back."

So, I walked non-chalantly back to the Escape on the street out front & drove as fast as I could to the grocery store.  It was a Saturday afternoon, so everyone & their brother, sister & grandpa were shopping for groceries.  I found the men's restroom up front but it was closed for cleaning.  I walked straight into the women's restroom next door & found an open stall inside.  I had the place to myself.  

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I felt like a million dollars when I walked out of there & no one batted an eye.  By the time I got back to the party, Kate had already started breaking everything down.  I was probably gone thirty minutes, though it seemed like two hours.

"How it go?" she asked.

"Got there just in time," I said.  "Did I miss anything?"

"Nope, except for me packing everything up."

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About a week later we got a new Yelp review from Corinne B, Finleigh's mom.  Her words summed it all up for everyone to see online: