Today I am in Raleigh, North Carolina and I have completed 1 delicious brunch at Capital Club (where you have to practically make reservations to sit at the bar now? – i think it’s all fine and good for 7.9 people to move to Raleigh everyday, but I do not operate well in situations of scarcity).
Let’s just move this conversation out of parenthesis into … what’s the opposite of parenthetical? Just googled – antonym is BASIC. So let’s move Capital Club back to basic, where there are plenty of seats and I do not have to feel anxiety as I did this morning when Tad and I lined up outside (yes, queued) waiting for the doors to open, and as I started feeling squirrelly, positioning myself combatively at the front of the line, Tad was quick to note “You’re getting that Southwest feeling aren’t you”?
Yes, I was in fact getting that terrible feeling of chaos when no seats are assigned and people are left to compete amongst themselves for status. All of this, and I just wanted some french fries. In light of that preface, this is me now:
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