Author: Restaurant Gal
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When You Wake Up in the Morning
“Can I have some of your fries?” she slurred, then reached over me and grabbed a handful of French fries off the plate of steak and potatoes that Upset Waitress and I were sharing. We were starving. We were tired from work. We were drinking. We decided to order a big fat steak to make…
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Stolen Kisses Got Me All A’Twitter
It has been months–months–since I had a giddy, fun, quasi-flirtateous day. It has been months–and frankly it’s felt like years–since I kissed someone for the sheer fun of it. It has been forever since I simply had fun for fun’s sake and expected nothing more beyond a kiss when the day was done. Yesterday was…
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I am the Real Restaurant Gal
I went on Twitter for the first time a few days ago. And guess what? Some food writer in South Carolina is using my copyrighted name as hers. Nice. I contacted her boss to point out that my name and my site content is copyrighted. The boss said I should get a lawyer and deal…
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You Know How I Like It
“Rum and diet, splash of cran, tall, lighter on the cran, no ice. But you know that, RG.” And I do, even though I toss in a few ice cubes because I know she likes just a few. “Try this, I love the bouquet. I think you will, too,” says the manager to the girls…
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Surrounded
I am surrounded by the nicest, the best, the most wonderful. And yet I manage to say goodbye with all the courage I don’t have, with the mere brush of a kiss I feel with every fiber of my being. And then I walk away. I am surrounded by debt. Horrific, never-ending loans and back…
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Junior High Pals
Think back, a long time back, to when you were a 13-year-old dweeb, even if you were cool. Because no one is ever really cool when they are 13. In our hearts, in our minds–in reality–we were all awkward as hell. I was cool, but then again, I was so not. I know this. I…
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Keys Dating Pool
I knew my rent was not enough to cover anyone’s mortgage. I knew it was too good to be true. And it is. My landlord’s house–my home–is in foreclosure. I am faithfully sending rent payments to someone who is not faithfully making her mortgage payments. “Don’t worry,” said the handsome lawyer who showed up at…
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I Could Never!
“I could never be a waitress in a busy place,” I told Upset Waitress before I moved from Fort Lauderdale to become a waitress in a busy place. In fact, I could. I did. I do. “I could never be a bartender, even in a quiet locals’ place. It’s been too long ago since I…
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Bad to Good, Bad to Best
“How’s the book coming along?” asks a Fort Lauderdale friend in an email. “Fine,” I lie in an email response. In truth, I have to re-write every chapter of my book every day. Just when I think I have the story line that works, everything changes–again and again. I moved here to work in a…
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Climbing Back Up
I went back to work at the bar today. It was a slow Monday day shift. I poured beer just fine. In all else, I didn’t suck. I am still clumsy and slow, but I will get this…I think. The manager watched me like a hawk all day. He says he needs me to fill…