There’s a few things that made this summer pretty great, but I can’t put it at the highest spot purely because of its brevity. This summer just seemed way shorter than any of the other ones. I remember vaguely what I did each summer for the past few years, so rating them shouldn’t be too difficult. I’m only doing five summers, so sorry 2011. Maybe next time I’ll make a top 10 list. In five years, of course. My all-time favorite summer was 2015, right before freshman year. I spent pretty much every day with my cousin gabe, and all we did was hang out and play games until 3am and skype girls from all over the world. We had tons of online friends, so there was always something to do.
There’s plenty more things we did, but they were dumb and I’d have to explain a lot so I’ll just say that they were silly but we would always burst out laughing. One thing I vividly remember was these annoying girls from New York named Sam and Layla who would spam call just to be annoying. Gabe and I would group call them on skype and then put our phones next to each other, so they would hear each other and then the sounds would echo and start screeching extremely loudly. I would cry from laughter, even if it does sound extremely dumb. He and I used to talk about moving to Vegas and starting our own microbrewery, even if we knew nothing about alcohol.
I looked online recently just for kicks, but actually found an amazing places for a liquor license. This summer would be second place, because I not only got to go to wild island, a bag sale, and the drive-in (multiple times), but because I also go to do them all with my best friend Steph. Doing stuff with gabe used to be okay, but he just acts dumb in public because he has no shame so it’s super embarrassing a lot of the time. Plus, on top of everything else, I get to go to the arcade this upcoming Saturday.
We’ll start off with my history in pottery. Pottery is actually really fun to me. I’ve always had a sort of affection for clay, I just like the way it looks and feels. I forget the exact name of the place, but in Oregon I went to this pottery place where you could purchase pre-sculpted dishes or anything and then you just got to paint them and take them home. One time I actually ran into my buddy who works at the most reliable air conditioner repair in sparks nv. My sister got a sculpt of a cat laying down, which was pretty dumb. What a waste. Cats aren’t even real animals, they just sleep. If they were humans, I bet they would binge watch netflix and leech off of their parents even in their mid-30s.
I got a gecko, because lizards are way cooler than cats. It has a hole in the bottom so you can hang it from anything, so I would use a small tack and hang the lizard. This way it looked like the gecko was climbing up my wall, even though I’m pretty sure I painted it orange so nobody would even think it was real. It could have been green, too. That would have made more sense for a gecko. My uncle knows a ton about pottery and he loves it, so if I wanted to, I could just head to pottery barn and he could show me how to work a kiln and make some cool vases or something.
I did homeschool for the second half of both 6th and 7th grade, and one of my classes was an art class where they sent me clay that only dried after you got it wet. By the end of my school year, I had built a few vases made from coils, and one or two dishes. I made this one dish that was a small plate that had ridges on the sides so things couldn’t fall off, and it even had their initials with a heart in the center. The heart actually cracked perfectly down the middle so now the plate is just a sad metaphor for their relationship.
Well, things have settled well with our move to Las Vegas. New house is more footage and nicer than we’ve ever owned before. Strange that it was tens of thousands of dollars less than the our home in California.
Am I glad we moved here? Well, mostly. Since Ron is from Nevada originally, he seems to be more comfortable here. But I can tell that he’s already missing the ocean. He has his favorite boogie board hanging right at the end of his parking space, like its a prized trophy. Seems to me that it being there would drive him a little nuts.
So, Ron wanted to open a new business. He had been involved with commercial kitchen cleaning several times in his life and felt that he would really like to own his own exhaust hood cleaning business. He did his due diligence and we sat down and looked at the numbers. It really seemed to add up. So, we opened up Las Vegas Hood Cleaning Service.
It’s been a rough start. We thought we would be found right away and that the phone would start ringing. Not so much. Seems we have a business obscurity problem. We are lost in a sea of small service businesses in Las Vegas. It’s not like we’re competing. There are plenty of competitors, but we’re not competing because we’re not even on the clients radar. So, we’re upping our marketing campaign and we’re going cold calling. Problem is, it’s over 100 degrees nearly everyday, so going from restaurant to restaurant in hopes of meeting owners and managers is a miserable task.
I’m looking at the upcoming weather and thinking that we really need to utilize other forms of marketing that do not include taking on the Nevada desert heat of Las Vegas.
But Ron is pretty optimistic. He feels that once he gets the opportunity to bring his crew into a commercial kitchen, the owners & managers will love his work, his generous extras that he likes to give away, and his personable, helpful style.
So, heat be damned. We’re going to march out of business obscurity and make the biggest and best hood cleaning company in Las Vegas.