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i got a fist full of whiskey and the bottle just bit me.
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[11 Jan 2011|11:15am] |
I've spent the last few months looking at different locations in the country to open a new restaurant. Logically, I should stay either in New York or California where I already have word of mouth working to my advantage. However, I've never been the type to do anything without a bit of risk to it. Of course, if I find a location outside of the state, that's going to require me to move for a few months which means I'll be uprooting the kid brother again in his sophomore year at school just so I can set up the new location, oversee construction, and deal with hiring a new set of employees. You see, I still travel back and forth between my California locations and the ones back home in New York rather frequently. I'm a hands on kind of guy, after all. Dominic is not at all pleased with the idea of having to go somewhere else but I figure if I choose a pretty busy place that it'll sweeten the deal a bit. Or, I could just ship him back to New York to stay with Jake for the summer and try to get everything done in the three months that he's off of school. Which probably isn't doable time wise, but we'll see.
The first location that I've been looking into is in Seattle, Washington. After going there to work on an electoral campaign (catering, of course .. politics are not my forte), I decided to look around and see what kind of restaurants seem to do the best there. They're pretty high on the cafe market but other than that, everything seems pretty evenly spread. Talking with my realtor, we located a retail space on Delridge Way that's been up for sale a few months now and could potentially make for a good choice. It's actually three separate spaces so construction is a necessity. I'd have to knock down some walls, install a bigger kitchen in the space that already has one, try to get a permit for alcohol. It would be a lot more work than some of the other choices but might be better in the long run for the simple fact that I can get to Seattle and back in a day if necessary.
The second location is a two story brick warehouse type building in Detroit, Michigan. I've been looking for a place there for the last two years. I honestly thought I'd open in Michigan before I ever came to California, but thanks to the help of a friend in Hollywood, California seemed like the better choice. And it's served me well since I got here, opening a ton of doors that make it easy for me to jump first and think later. The building in Detroit is a tad bit run down but it shouldn't be a hard fix. The location is good, not a bad part of the city. And I liked the feel of it, the atmosphere, when I was there to check it out last month. Aside from it being a little further away and a little harder to get to than I'd like, considering my non-business obligations, this location (if only for the building itself) is my favorite option.
The third one that I've been considering was formerly an appliance store in Chicago. It's a two story building, though I'd only use the bottom floor for the restaurant itself unlike the two story in Detroit. I think that I'd want to turn the second story into some office space and an apartment for myself when I'm in town. With more than 18,000 sq ft, it's own parking lot, and a great downtown location .. this has been a pretty strong contender. My issue is that I don't think the restaurant would do nearly as well in Chicago as it would do in Detroit or even Seattle. Chicago has a strong Italian background, yes. But there's too much competition for it to pull in what I'd like it to.
The search for the new restaurant has consumed about 98% of my time of late which is to be expected. The other 2%, unfortunately, isn't worth mentioning.
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[31 May 2010|09:52pm] |
Get your hands off my glass. Last call? My Ass.
It's been years since I went out drinking and actually stayed out long enough to close the fucking place down. Some would say that taking care of Dominic has 'domesticated' me but that's bullshit. The kid is old enough to take care of himself. It's not like he's a fucking puppy who needs to be watched constantly so he doesn't piss all over the floor. My taste in things has just adapted to my age. I don't have this overwhelming desire to get shitfaced in the middle of a club anymore, despite the fact that the selection is generally larger there. By selection, I mean the slew of potential knob slobberers that tend to run rampant in places with over-zealous DJs and flashing strobe lights. Let's face facts here, people. The club scene went downhill in the 90s and has been steadily drowning ever since. I don't think I've even bothered to set foot in an actual club since I was old enough to be allowed in one legally.
Now, bars on the other hand? Those trashy little dives that tend to attract the eternally forlorn, potential suicide cases? That's what I'm talking about. Admitting the fact that I actually like to fuck with women who are on the brink of self-destruction is probably a fact that could earn me social lepracy. But I don't believe there is a single [straight] man out there that would turn down a night of sex without inhabitions because .. really? Girls who already have one foot out the door are generally not so worried about what they may or may not contract, or whether they may or may not end up pregnant by some guy she just met in a fucking bar. And I am clearly the kind of man who has no problem admitting that I will stick my dick in whatever [legal, human] pussy happens to be pushed in my direction.
Considering that Los Angeles is a breeding ground for failed dreams, it really isn't hard to find someone to straight up fuck for an entire night. A good thing considering that all day Friday, all I could think about was getting my dick as far up some bitch as physically possible. It didn't matter which hole took the brunt of the action, but it was going to happen.
Meet Victim #.. oh, who are we kidding, I lost count years ago. There's something to be said about a girl who is willing [and capable] of wrapping her mouth around a stack of dixie cups and attempting to deep throat them. Sadly, this little show of skill was already in progress when I got to the bar sometime around 2 AM. I say 'sadly' because I would have loved to be there to see what exactly made her decide that she needed to try and choke on a stack of plastic cups. However, being the .. chivalrous man that I am, I decided to stop her before she wasted the potential of that throat by getting one lodged in there. If anything was going to cut off her air, I had already decided it was going to be my favorite appendage.
Now, let it not be said that I'm entirely incapable of 'woeing' a woman the normal way. Wining. Dining. Flowers. All the shit that take weeks, and occasionally even months of energy. I'm a twenty-nine year old chef who plays classical piano like I was born on the bench. I know how to 'woe.' But that nonsense takes more time than this bitch was worth. And on any given day, I'd probably say that it takes more time than any of them are worth. Besides, going through all that hassle just for a lay seemed a little detrimental to my plans for the evening. To get fucked up and fuck.
So who could blame me for going after the already drunk girl who was flashing her sexual exploits to the entire bar? Aside from the other men who had already tried to stake claim on her, I mean. I truly hope they enjoyed their long cab rides home. Alone. Who knows, maybe they decided to share a cab and have a little circle jerk in the back seat. I'd wager it was the only action the college dropouts had any chance of getting, either way. Especially since it didn't take much more than a hello to distract their chosen conquest away from them.
The only problem with picking women up at bars is that they're incredibly sloppy. And I'm not just talking about the fact that most of them end up puking the entire contents of their stomach either on the way back to my place or while we're already there. I'm talking about how they always seem to go a little extra crazy once we get down to business. This particular cunt? She decided that a little nibble [complete with playful growl] on my cock was going to make her appear sexy. Bitch is lucky it didn't get her knocked the fuck out. At the very least, she learned the right way to kiss it better. Balls and all.
Christ, this is more than I've bothered to write in this piece of shit journal in years. To put it simply, I got my rocks off and I've [momentarily] learned that just because a girl can suck off a stack of plastic cups doesn't necessarily mean that she has a fucking clue how to handle a real cock in her mouth. However, once the stupid was slapped off her face and my dick was properly lodged in her throat? The look in her eyes and the warmth of her mouth made everything well worth it.
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[31 May 2010|05:47pm] |
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Jesus Christ. I just realized I was gonna be 30 this year. How the fuck did that happen?
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