Restaurant Gal
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Practice Makes Not Quite perfect
Operating under the assumption that it is better to “go out” than to mope around the house wringing my hands about a boy who weeks ago washed his hands of me, yet who is still wreaking havoc with my heart, I accepted two vastly different invitations this week. The first was from my dancing partner…
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Goodnight, Not Goodbye
My short hair style was too severe. I was a nervous wreck. I grasped onto the edge of the bar as if it was my very last hope to stay afloat. A year later to the day, my hair is long and blond and straight. I am still a nervous wreck, but I understand more…
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The Fifth Son
“Today is my birthday you know,” said Hank, an older gentleman and regular at my beach bar. “Seriously?” I asked. I had been nursing my glass of wine, chatting with the cast of regulars, including Hank, and this was the first mention he’d made of it being his birthday. “Did you know it was Hank’s…
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July 8
I won’t forget the phone call this morning. I will hear the words again and again for many years to come. I won’t forget feeling how I discovered a new definition of betrayal–at least in my reality. I won’t forget trying to keep myself together as I took myself to Starbucks more for the distraction…
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Damn Fine Chaos
“Chaos surrounds you, doesn’t it?” asked my new best gal pal, Upset Waitress as we slurped mimosas at 8 a.m. and she served RG Son and I gigantic plates of the best breakfast stuff in the world. “You mean like a hurricane of crap always swirling around me as I serenely continue on my way,…
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So Mean
What is the meanest thing you have ever done to someone? I’m talking about down-and-dirty, ugly mean. Did you take full credit for a work project that really belonged to a junior staffer or co-worker? Did you throw your boss under the bus with the big boss, because you could and it might mean a…
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Okay Moment
I worked 9 hours yesterday. I won’t bore you, my readers, with the crises, except to say I handled them, and I wish I had handled them better. I worked 12 hours today. All good. I wanted, I needed the distraction that work provided. I got it. I was starving all day. Fries, ice cream,…
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Free Latte Day
“Hey man, visitors,” said the one Starbucks worker to the other. The other laughed, but didn’t turn around. We were the only customers. No one in front of us. No one behind us. I was in D.C. with RG Daughter, and after a long day, we were tired and desperate for caffeine. “Seriously, man. Customers!”…
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Photo Op
The peacock and his girl The party
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Peafowl Party
A peacock and his girl showed up at my restaurant today. They walked right up to the glass doors and looked in, their beaks tapping ever so slightly on the glass as they wondered why they could walk no further into the clear future. He was quite beautiful with his blue feathers, a sight to…
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