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Saturday, May 05, 2007 11:18 PM

when in wakulla

i begin my journey to europe on monday morning. only one brunch separates me from certain heartbreak at the hands of a beautiful italian. what are we having for brunch? why, it's meatloaf and gravy, of course! that's what you wanted for brunch, right? i mean, you had fried chicken last sunday (and you're having it again mother's day) so this week it's time for meatloaf.

questions:
how come nobody comes to the restaurant? does everybody hate me? will the investors abide my week-long excursion overseas? is this the week sam burns out? is it time to turn the bistro into a chicken shack? can i learn enough italian to seduce a contessa? will said contessa buy a ferrari for dad? will i enjoy the new arkady renko mystery as much as polar star?

answers:
the restaurant is in the middle of nowhere. people do hate me (see this post), but not all. dunno. dunno. hope not. hope so. she better. yes.

how many did you get right?
1-2 "have a nice life"
3-4 "you've got to be kidding me"
5-6"if you can't make it happen, don't even talk to me"
7-8 "i don't want excuses, i just want it to happen"

stay tuned for the latest and crazy.
i'm crazy.
just trying to fit in.

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