Tag: Dining Out
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My Husband Sent Me
“We’re empty nesters now, so my husband sent me down here.” She speaks with a soft southern accent, tucking her wild brown curls back in a clip as she fights the wind that is blowing east off the ocean, directly at our bar stools. It is a losing battle I have learned not to attempt…
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Word Power
“I don’t want a boyfriend right now.” Say those few words, with just the right inflection, with just the right amount of conviction, and poof! Texts are texted, phone calls are made and returned, and all the pressure seems to have evaporated as you give in to simple fun and wondering why it hasn’t always…
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Couples Night
I go to my dive bar every Monday to watch football. I go because I adore the bartender and the dive bar owner. I go because it’s a dive bar and I can wear an ugly T-shirt and baggy jeans and whatever makeup I put on in the morning and not care because no one…
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Dancing with Girls
It is Tuesday night at the hip, cool nightspot close to my apartment. I am meeting my hip, cool, confident girlfriend here for “a” drink. An early night is what I need, after being up late both Sunday and Monday. My re-entry to South Florida has been a rough one. I miss the Colorado pace…
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Rocky Mountain Higher Power
Day One with RG Daughter Hugging her like there is no letting her go when she meets me at the airport. Meaning it when I tell her how cute her apartment is and how much I have been looking forward to spending the next few days with her. Collapsing early into bed that night, still…
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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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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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Life is Short
I had only been to this funky, strictly local place twice, both times with my crazy friend who is no longer my friend like she used to be. Within seconds of meeting the bartender who’d worked there for 25-plus years, he told me, “Forgetting the blond hair, you have got to be Ginger from Gilligan’s…