Do visit the Break Water Brewery if you are ever in the ‘Side. Here is their menu and events page: http://www.breakwaterbrewing.com/ (Hope Tim gives me a free beer for this!) AAhhhhh Literati! Stefanie Allison has sent me her second entry for our contest, Wing Nuts, to make up for the affront most likely that her …
Do visit the Break Water Brewery if you are ever in the ‘Side. Here is their menu and events page: http://www.breakwaterbrewing.com/ (Hope Tim gives me a free beer for this!)
Stefanie Allison has sent me her second entry for our contest, Wing Nuts, to make up for the affront most likely that her favorite author in her first entry was not moi but some pretender!
And so I have become her wingman in this little bar room scene, which, though only slightly fictionalized, took place in The Breakwater Brewery, within staggering distance of the towers that are A Word with You Press in Oceanside. Best chicken wings in the world and best beers!
(seen here are a couple of my favorite blonds and redheads, and a dark and mysterious wonder)
So Stefanie, who diligently drives 80 miles for our writeup groups each week, has this sweet little story. Thanks Stef!
Silver Tongue, Golden Heart
by Stefanie Allison
“Allow me to thorn you,” my editor said to the waitress as he toyed with the rose on the table.
“I’ll give you a bigger tip for this, I swear,” I said giggling.
“Let ME do that!” he yelled. Time to pull the leash on his tongue.
“Behave yourself, or I’ll tell her you’re my dad!” I said. “All she asked was if we wanted chicken wings!”
“Guess I’ll just have to wing it,” he said with a wink.
Eighty miles. LA to San Diego. For this.
“Are you going to answer my question now?” he asked after she left (a bit hurriedly).
“Anything new with your love life?”
“I was hoping if I made you imbibe, you’d forget.”
“So you were trying to imbribe me?”
“Oh, God damnit.”
But what the hell else could I say? That I was in my late twenties and didn’t have a love life? That of his characters, the one I had the most in common with was Lola with her limp?
At least she got laid AND paid, I thought to myself as I looked towards the bar.
My lips froze with ice age old remorse. The knight—that I refused like a spoiled princess—turned his back to me.
Please forgive me, I begged silently.
“Go on,” Thorn said gently.
“But how?” I asked.
As only a father could, he shoved me off the lifeboat of our table so I could learn to swim.