Tag: Dining Out
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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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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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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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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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Girls’ Just Wanna Survive
“Are you using that ashtray?” asks the nondescript blonde sporting a conservative short haircut and so-so highlights. I reach over my glass of wine and place the dirty glass bowl in front of her. I am not really annoyed, but I know I come across that way. “Sure. All yours.” Because it is past midnight…