All Things Chill

A post by Alice:

I hate to get personal on someone else’s blog, but I feel that this anecdote of my life might be worthy of a telling seeing as how I met the man of Herschell’s life, if Herschell happened to be a 22-year old female. It started with Peking Duck. My friends and I were craving Peking Duck and decided to go to this place called Great China on Kittridge/Shattuck in Berkeley, which was highly recommended by multiple duck enthusiasts. We go and the 5 of us are waiting for about an hour for a seat in this joint, meanwhile watching this kooky waiter run back and forth taking care of guests. Finally, I get exasperated and go up to this waiter to ask what’s up with our table…he apologizes and explains that 5 is a weird number to seat. But he seats us, nice of him. We have a great dinner, this waiter comes by every so often to chat and ask us how things are going. He’s not bad looking, but more than that he’s got that chill friendly home vibe. I mention this to my friend. She says, you should leave your number. In front of me sat a crinkled strip of fortune and the pen from the bill tray.

So I do, I write my number (spelling my name wrong in the process, why?). “Alice 510-555-5555 Call me”. I think, this stuff doesn’t work in real life, this will just be a cute little social experiment I do. In fact, I’m not all that interested in the waiter except that I think he’s a fun waiter.

A day later I get this text message. “James 510-555-5556 Call me”. Of all things, he called my bluff. He didn’t call, didn’t put himself out there. Just threw the ball right back in my court. Smart cat. I call him back, we chat, and we decide to go see a movie the next day. I’ve only seen him in his waiter suit, and he looked jolly.

Next day, Mercedes pulls up by my apt. Baggy pants, collared shirt, ray bans. Not so jolly eh? More ballin’ than jolly. But the bullshit stops here. He’s a cool guy, he’s Herschell’s dream guy.

1. He has studied the history of rap.
2. He’s into hip hop, mostly East Coast.
3. He’s into phat cars.
4. He’s into cooking. He wants to go to culinary school and open a French-Japanese fusion restaurant, upscale.
5. Favorite shows on FoodTV: Alton Brown and Iron Chef
6. Like Giada better than Rachel.
7. Took me to eat Korean food.
8. IS half Korean.
9. Sure he buses and waits at the restaurant. HE OWNS IT.

Bam. I feel like him and I aren’t on the same wavelength, but I’m keeping this one alive for you Herschell. No sister, but a younger brother who is an architect.

-Alice

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