passion in the desert

this movie is at times both disturbing and also very passionate and moving. an officer befriends a leopard in the sahara, yes, but what they don't say is that him and the leopard become VERY close... no intamacy is ever shown on film, but the bond that they share would indicate that there is a deep love there... one scene even shows the officer licking the leopard in a very sexually charged way. at the end of the film however, you do feel saddened by the choices that this officer FEELS obligated to make and it makes you therefore feel even more affected when the last 5 minutes of the film reveal itself. overall, not for everyone, but definately an intreguing character study for all you actors out there and a solid piece of indie film work for all you art house lovers out there. 3 out of 5 stars

sorry nee-nee!

i seriously dislike the ladies of the red hat society!

a group of 16 of them came into PF Changs the other day and sat in my section... they ALL demanded seperate cheques and on top of that they all payed with change! PF Changs does not deal with change as a rule... if your cheque is $9.25 and you pay with a $20 then i'll just round up or down on yourt change and give you (in this example) $11 back. but NOT with these ladies... they all gave me change that would give them back change... for example... if they owed $9.56, they would give me $10.06 so that i would have to give them .50c back! UGH!!! they all ordered alcohol which they then demanded that they all pay for as they recieved their drinks! so not only did i have to take 16 different drinks out to them, but i had to take out the cheques for each drink and distribute them simultaniously with the drinks!

they had me running back and forth so much that i couldn't deal with my other tables and had to give them away to other servers... i felt like a master who could no longer feed his dog and so gave him to a loving home... "please take care of table 26 for me... i no longer can"

we add an auto gratuity to any party of 8 or more, BUT, my auto grat only came to $20, and after i broke it up between 16 different cheques, i still had one lady leave and so i only had 15 ladies pay... UGH!!

if the whole point of your "society" is to go out in public looking like a fool and having fun, then please don't take out your pent up frustration at the way you look on your server!

fellow servers of the world... we must band together to fight against the red hats...
sorry nee-nee... (my grandma)... she is a red hat lady... but some sacrifices must be made.

(i'm kidding!)

NOT a gay martha stewart

I once watched a film in which an older, Father Time-esque gay gentleman attested to a younger gay man who was suffering through the throws of a self-esteem crisis that it’s “o-kay to be gay and average.” I remembered thinking, “Well, that is very reassuring. You can just be gay and live the rest of your life as ‘Fred down at the dry-cleaners.’” Gone are the pressures to be the next Oscar Wilde and having to maintain a sparkling wit and a peppy and overly-expressive theatrical repertoire. You can go through life and not have to paint the ceiling of a chapel (with well placed, homoerotic depictions of biblical characters, no less!) It’s alright to stay home and watch Nightline and not conquer a country with elephants, design the new fall line, write your recollections of a troubled and closeted youth, make Quiche Loraine and porscutto melon balls for eighty-nine of your closest friends or mix illegal substances and dance the night away in a Go-Go cage. You’re free! Free to be the you you’ve always wanted to be with no limitations, expectations or hindrances. Or, are you, really… It seems like since the emergence of this new, trendy, Fab Five saturated gay culture, there’s more pressure placed upon us little mos. I, for one, have a very full schedule keeping up with my own, stylist-free life. I read the magazines, I’m hip, but it’s hard to remember to “zhush” your sleeves and to wear coordinating socks when I still get detergent spots on my tee-shirts. Now, it seems, I am to remember to activate the product before I put it in my hair, talk my stressed-out girlfriend through another messy breakup, (with the guy I assured her was Mr. Wrong-ish from the beginning) be fabulous at and the life of every social event, work-out, get a pedicure and a fake tan, and still remember to water the Boston Fern and put the cat out! It’s as if the personalities of Martha Stewart and Truman Capote merged and fire bombed the pop culture. But, who am I to judge. I just figure I’m not the only person to feel this way. Maybe I’m just a gay activist at heart. The one and only one to turn this imaging problem around. The one to put gay individualism back on the map and reinvent what it means to be a homosexual American, and… Oh, gotta go. Apricot and rosemary popovers are done…

my clientele

Here is one of my favorite conversations with a table I waited on:

Guest: "My son won't eat any of this food I ordered."

Me: "I'm sorry."

G: "Can you make him french toast?"

Me: "We're a Chinese restaurant,... and I don't actually cook any of the food here, I merely bring you drinks and take your order."

G: "He really wants french toast."

Me: "Well, we don't have bread, or syrup, or a frying pan."

G: "So...."

Me: "So that's a no to french toast. I can get him chow mein..."

G: "Okay, that'll do."



Ahh, another crisis averted.

i'm back and $2,000 richer!

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