Category: First course
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As Luck Would Have It
A local eatery currently has a lobster special–two 1.5-lb Maine lobsters for a ridiculously low price. I love lobster. I think I love the melted butter in which one dips the lobster more than the lobster itself, but the combination of the two makes it an all-time favorite meal of mine. I have visited this…
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Every Little Thing She Does
In my case, to quote Sting, it hardly feels like magic. I wonder how it is that of the few people I have befriended down here, I have met the huge majority of them–not in ethereal, incongruous and magical close encounters–but instead, hanging out at my beach bar. Yes, even the boy figures in that…
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Firsts
Yesterday, for the first time since I adopted her last January, Rouletta allowed her inner canine spirit to fully emerge. She ground out her cigarette, took a last sip of red wine, and ran over to the pile of toys she rarely plays with and dragged each one into the middle of the living room…
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The Brazilian–Not Wax!
I used to have curly hair. Sure, I hated it, like all girls who have naturally curly hair hate their hair. Then I moved to SoFla. And I learned that the hair I hated in D.C. was nothing compared to the poodle-mop that emerged in this perennially hot, humid air. Hate, indeed, is a relative…
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Four Hours, Two Nights
“I have to tell you something funny about your name.” I have just met up with my new friend at a swanky spot to which I have never been. The contrast between this place and my beach bar, where I have spent countless hours, is nothing short of remarkable. Think flip flops vs. Manolo Blaniks.…
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Calling It a Night
If we have just started dating, and I am insisting we take it so very, very slow, and you agree to that, and I have told you that I am getting my hair cut by the girl and friend who used to style my hair in D.C., and how cool and coincidental it is that…
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Leaders Among Us
“Get out of the water! It’s coming quick. We don’t know if it’s a dolphin or a shark!” My pilot girlfriend and I were lounging in my multi-colored beach chairs on a section of the beach that offers no lifeguard protection. We were close enough to the Atlantic’s edge that tiny wavelets caressed our toes…
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Top 23
In an effort to help a friend wade through the 569 posts I have written over two-and-a-half years, I told him I would scroll back and come up with my favorites. It proved to be an interesting exercise. Some of what I have written is deeply personal and heartfelt. Sometimes that equates to good writing.…
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From the Mouths of Babes
“We were sitting there eating dinner at my place, and he looked at my dog and said, ‘Can’t you just put him out on the porch or something?’” RG Daughter is repeating a conversation she had with a young man she has been seeing. A really cute young man who is creative and artistic and…
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Time Always Tells
When you return “home” after packing up a lifetime, and the Sunday shift is going well until one of the bartenders gets quite suddenly and unexpectedly trashed, and you are left having to pick up the pieces as you attempt to explain it all to your boss on the phone, you are apt to wonder…