XXXmas

as my parents and sister planned to come to town for atheist-children-get-presents day, they asked me to choose a restaurant for xmas brunch. naturally i chose the most expensive restaurant possible, an excellent hotel restaurant at which i had dined for my birthday. their sweet corn grits with goat cheese and gravy were sealed in my taste memory.

this time around, in addition to highly memorable food, they also dished up a bit of retinal candy for dessert. after issuing a standard holiday greeting, a suited-up busboy/waiter spent a few minutes at our table inspiring vaguely sadomasochistic service fantasies in me and i imagine tamer vanilla fantasies in my sister as well.

we agreed later that he looked like a robert. or a thomas. or maybe a joseph. but gazing at his tousled brown hair, button nose and sparkling eyes - which passed me an illicit wink in front of my daddy - only one name came to my mind: human lollipop.

i didn't give him my number, as i usually have poor luck with waiters. but visions of kinky room service entertained me for the entire ride home.