It's nice to remember my last time there (after the month of July) with a pleasant photo. Nice but not terribly honest. At least I know that I was honest during it all. Honest and responsible. As AA said, you can't have buyer's remorse at the 11th hour. (try the NNth time over a span of 3 years... at your place of business to boot). But alas, pictures always make things seem different. In this case, just tells a very small part of the story. It is the book cover. Enticing title but who really knows what's in those pages... I have all of the juicy reality and absurdity in my head, and therefore in my writing. I can smile wryly at this image. Smile and know that I gave fair warning about igniting the telling of stories and becoming fodder, er creative material. He laughed about my proposed name change for him. I think he knew I was serious - he knows I am a writer by birth - and yet laughter. Probably nervous laughter. The place itself needs ambiguity for the circumstances it was witness to.
One of the managers at this new location has never called me by my name, only "Bella." I am starting to feel like the place has no female servers- it is a deserted island of only men. Every time I go into the kitchen all of the porters, chefs, etc. stop and stare. There are never any women around. I am meeting the GM for the first time in a few days. I hope he is unattractive, does not call me Bella, and does not flirt with me. For everyone involved this time I need someone who is all about business. I mean really all about business. The restaurant's business and not mine.
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