The last few days at the restaurant pass, cards from customers wishing you the best, Friday, Saturday, Sunday pass and then it's' done. Stupid tips, even to these the end of days.
Throw away my shoes, 2 pairs this season, from new to split through the soles, throw away shirts that saw second and third lives, should have been thrown away weeks, months before. Pack up your ties and waistcoats, load up the jeep, return to Nelson. The dire wobble of the front tire, held on by 2 lug nuts, this will be it's final run.
Now for the big unpack, resort, laundry and begin in earnest to try and find a place to live.
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The restaurant, normal operations, is done, but there is still the clusterfuck of cleaning to be addressed.
Return on Wednesday to find out there were no plans to clean, this is it, a ton of work left to be done to close the place down properly, put it to sleep for the season, but everyone is already madly off in their own directions. Will return on Friday to finish this off, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, probably into next week, all this postponing work just drags the season out, but it's over.
Sleep, Wednesday night, I have dreams of girls with full breasts and plump asses, the first time in quite a while my mind has been a friendly place...