Filed under: Personal | Tags: a-holes, chefs, datebook diner, Kristin Stewart, Malt Liquor, Micheal Jackson, Midgets, Wednesday
Well, Tens, it’s been almost a week now. A whole week without the non-rythmic word stylings of the Artist Formerly Known As The Datebook Diner. A whole week which we learned that she will still indeed be writing for the Register, albeit on a monthly basis, and that she will continue to milk her Register-hosted blog for all its cook book marketing worth. I also learned that she will be acting as a server at the newly-taken-over Proof restaurant in the Western Gateway. Incredible, I can’t wait to have her wait on my table. I am sure the service will be French-tastic.
Tens, I am here to call the whole thing off. We have had a good run with Winni as our main subject here, and I am thankful for my friends who slip little notes into my email in-hole early in the morning to tip me off to her…things she does. I know that the fun contained within the digital confines of this blogular entity has been lost on her for about two years, she doesn’t return my tweets or comments ever, and I am sure that if we were to actually run into each other in public she would either ignore me or give me that “whatevs” look.
And that is fine, I have earned that look (even if it actually comes from Kristin Stewart) but I would rather meet up with Winni and have this kind of situation transpire:
With all of that sort of said, I think that ragging on the AFKATDD is OVER. Winni, if you are out there, I leave you to market your super amazing cook book and spread the French in peace. It’s been a great time witnessing and reacting to all of the…stuff…over the years but it is time for this Cook to move on. Enjoy your not really new life doing pretty much what you were doing before, with the addition of pretending you are a restaurant worker (I did think your old waitress picture was damn adorable), and you can continue ignoring what I write because it…well…I will probably just retire this blog. So, farewell, see you down the road.