Tag: Dining Out
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The Accidental Wedding
“Are you here alone?” asks the chef who works aboard a zillion-foot-long and equal amount of money’s-worth yacht. I have never seen this yacht nor met the owner, nor will I ever. But I do know that this chef has a staff that includes two sous chefs. As boat jobs go, I am guessing this…
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Limbo Life
There is a moment, a second, a glimmer of a tiny bit of time that is so fleeting, you may not know it when it is yours to grasp. I am convinced that every person on this earth has this moment. If they are blessed, they know this moment, own it, understand it, and then…
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It’s All About Sex
“What is the most romantic thing that has ever happened to you?” asks one of our lunch servers. She is in her 20s, has a one-year-old, and is mightily struggling to lose the last 20 pounds of her baby weight in time for the big wedding this summer when she marries the father of the…
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Winners All Around
For two days, I have been writing about hope and leaving behind bad feelings and practicing new beginnings in old places. I am still writing that post. I might actually post it someday soon. But tonight, I must digress. Tonight I must write about picking winners. Being solo, with no one I knew sitting around…
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Week’s End
A huge swim meet is in town. Roving bands of teens and parents and their friends clog the beach sidewalks, each sporting their own light purple or hot pink or deep blue T-shirts emblazoned with logos that shout out pride from small towns from far away that I will likely never visit. Younger siblings tag…
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Sleeping it Off
One of my best blog friends and readers, Kim Ayres, has asked to see photos of the escapades of me and my girlfriends during our “spring break.” Sorry, Kim. Those photos will remain forever locked away on my computer. However, here’s a couple of shots of how the pup felt after a night out with…
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Half Full, Half in Question
Back in the late ’60s, when the TV show “Laugh In” was in it’s heyday, I was a scrawny middle schooler whom many thought I bore a strong resemblance to a very young and unknown cast member, Goldie Hawn. I was flattered by this, although I also wished they meant that I had her talent,…
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Seat for One, Table for 12
“I got us the last reservation,” RG Daughter told me. “It’s earlier than we normally go out, but this place is supposed to be amazing.” I have been in Colorado for the past few days, a quick trip west to celebrate RG Daughter’s birthday. Amazing restaurant, eh? Of late, I have learned I have to…
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Random Opportunity to Practice
“OH MY GOD!” squealed the tanned, buxom woman with the blondish hair falling haphazardly from its sparkly clip. “Is that really you? OH MY GOD, it is SO GOOD to see you!” With that pronouncement, the woman draped herself around my date, all the while continuing to smile and laugh and coo some more about…
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You Better Be Good to Me
I love Tina Turner–her music, her talent, her story, her strength in the face of so much that challenged it, her ability to craft and embrace her stage personality while always knowing and being who she really is off stage. No matter the depths of her sadness and despair. No matter her self doubts. No…