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A great day began with lunch yesterday: After a a few hours at the beach, we had that nice, but quiet dinner. All good, but we decided to hop a cab and go someplace a little more “lively.” That we ended up where we did is at once hilarious and horrifying. Meet our bartenders: My…

Take one night, add 12 hours on either side of it, never lose focus on the point of it all–to savor enormous quantities of food–and voila, so many lifetimes, lived to their fullest. Lifetime one: Hug Mr. Restaurant Gal, holding on to him for dear life, not looking back, and pretending there is no tomorrow.…

“You are not going to talk about what you are eating for dinner next weekend, again, are you?” asked the assistant manager with whom I now always work the door in the evenings since the latest host vanished, leaving just the two of us. “I am, and I will, until I decide what I am…

“We met a few weeks ago. I’m a friend of Mark’s. Let me know if you want to hang out some evening. It would be fun.” This in an email to me a little less than two weeks after I moved here. We had met on one of my nights off, when I forced myself…

When you have financed a major move down the East Coast, partially furnished an apartment, and placed a moderate down payment on a bottom-of-the-line VW during an end-of-model-year clearance sale–all thanks to a generous credit limit on an airline affinity MasterCard–you suddenly realize you can treat yourself to an upgrade. In this case, I had…

Discovering the so-called romance of the road takes time and a willingness to spend as few stops as possible at the fast food spots located a mere combo-meal’s throw off every cloned exit ramp. RG Daughter and I planned key detours off the four-lane path also known as I-70, but they weren’t nearly enough. Had…

I brought candy to work. I ate some, and I offered to share. My offer was declined. So I ate it all myself. I got off work early, so I went to my favorite bar. This would be the only place I feel comfortable going to alone, so by default it is my favorite. On…

“Kara, you’re a good girl, you know that?” the regular asked the cute, young bartender, who appeared a tad confused. “Huh?” “Do you know the difference between a good girl and a nice girl?” he asked her, smiling. “Um…” she answered like all good bartenders should, when not sure where a conversation is headed. Oh…

Dear Mr. Panera Bread, First, I want to thank you for providing free wi-fi in your eatery. Unlike Mr. Cable and Mr. Landline/DSL, who can’t seem to deliver the goods they promise, you alone have allowed me to once again have contact with my blog, my email, my online life. I wish I could properly…

Tough week for me. Tough week for my Wonderful Friend. Hadn’t met up for drinks in a while, so we met an hour later than we’d planned because she was stuck in hours-long traffic out in God’s country, where she works. Like I said, a tough week for all. We met in a neighborhood we…