Who knew that Extra Fancy Memphis Fried Chicken and a plate of greens at Marietta's would bring me to this epiphany: I need to add a little Southern drawl to my life and stop trying to accomplish everything in a New York minute!
This Indie Girl needed a bat cave. A sexy hideaway to swirl whiskey around my tongue, rendezvous with my thoughts and avail myself to coy flirtation. An unpretentious spot to reminisce over the curated sounds of old school hip-hop, soul and R&B; the unforgettable hits that served as the soundtrack of my life.
“Sorry, we’re staring at your taco” he said apologetically. “No apologies needed, my taco is delicious.” I responded with a wink. I only wish it had been a flirtatious come-on by some tall, dark and handsome dude but, just my singleitis-suffering IndieGirl luck, it was a gay couple salivating over my double decker broccoli taco.
