Restaurant Gal
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Whimsical Beginning
“Deep inside us–even during life’s darkest moments–there’s a whimsical and adventurous little fairy trying to escape. Learning to set it free is the best thing we can do for ourselves.” –Mary Tiler More If I could find this tile, it would all be okay. Maybe not okay right away, but okay someday. Maybe even soon.…
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Tomorrow Will Never Feel As Bad as Today
Get over it. Get over him. You would have broken it off in a month or so anyway, because you are light years beyond him in intelligence, looks–everything. You were just married too long. Now, you are acting like a teenager, which is understandable, because you were married for so long. Hey, chalk it up…
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Daddy’s Girl
The three were beautiful people, you could just tell. A stylishly thin, elegant woman in her late 50s, work done on her face, for sure, but almost good enough not to be obvious. Her highlighted blonde hair only showed the merest streak of uncolored gray, which, in a way, provided natural highlights. An animated but…
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Goin’ to Cinci
I called my girlfriend and asked her to meet in town for one glass of wine. “I can’t just be home and stare at my walls.” “Of course,” she said. We had two glasses of wine and split a fruit and cheese platter and then decided to go to the bar we love at the…
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Blame It on the Lizards
Rouletta has gone insane. I cannot go a block into our daily walks without her lunging after lizards. She hurls herself into the air, twists her sausage-like body into a double corkscrew, and spirals forward after these elusive yet plentiful-by-the-hundreds creatures that scurry across the steamy concrete pavement. This drives me insane. More than a…
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Sunday that Should Have Sucked
Sundays usually suck. They begin early and always end late. Always. Because I work Sunday nights, I know this first-hand. Sunday night is the dues-paying night. We are the newbies on the floor, the rookies working the door. We are the fill-ins because my poor GM just needs a night off. I am fine with…
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Sometimes, Music Says It Best
It is Saturday night. I am off. I am hanging out with the pup. Alone. I have visited Mr. Fabulous and done my laundry two days ahead of time. I have grocery shopped. I have cleaned my apartment. I am sunburned from earlier hours spent sleeping on the beach. I have done everything I can…
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Marlboro Boys
“Hey, how’s it going?” I ask my newest neighbor as I arrive home from work in the early evening. She is strikingly beautiful. Her wild curly hair frames a heart –shaped face, her pale green eyes are fringed with thick, long lashes. She is 30, maybe 35. She draws on a Marlboro light. “Well,” she…
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Pace Yourself Dahling!
If, within two minutes of checking into the Keys version of the Bates Motel, I hadn’t checked out of it, I never would have seen it happen. If I hadn’t ditched my editor-in-a-box job three years ago, then landed behind the podium of a hugely busy D.C. restaurant, then started writing a blog about my…
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RG Sing Along
A fellow blogger keeps urging his readers to do the iPod shuffle meme–put the iPod on shuffle and write down the next 12 or so titles that come up. A variation I’ve seen is to have the song titles answer a set of questions in the order they appear. So, while I wait for the…
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