AGAINST ALL PROPER ETIQUETTE

The Culinary Flirt’n, The Slurp'n, The Burp'n

Oh, it’s all true! You bet! You heard about The Good Food, as much, The Good Cheer! Finally, you made it…here and bracing for an unexpected treat, calm, comfortable, in bare feet, eyes wide and WOWed, you can’t help but snap pictures, then you take your seat, refreshed from the warm towel and ready for the...FEAST! While and with all my visuals, residuals and utter tease'ns, you know you’re overdue for some down-home elbowed grease’n! Just something in The Art of My Sphere—the culinary flirt’n, the voluntary slurp'n, the solidarity in all the burp'n and, and, and, oh, but, THE BISCUITS! Oh, oh, you don’t want to miss this!

Now, just imagine it, and WOW, here you sit, belly filled, to the until, thanking the Good Lord's will, you are chilled, leaned back, relaxed, you laugh with roar, converse with an adults’ wit, settle some owed scores, ponder GOD’S GIFTS with zen, attack the bounty...again, text all your real friends, cancel any plans, post on Instagram.

Now, remember, you coughed for this, no mention, the forward-giving cost of it, and then, and then, and only when you're completely done and can eat no more (some four hours later), oh, for sure ready for a nap, scoping for a couch, a bed, not really trying to leave—This Fortress—this place, this space, this feeling, this…healing, too soon, wondering, “So, no, seriously, and can I get a room?” Uh, yes!

Do you hear me—just blessed and, yup, you guessed! My Dream Come True—The Fresh Food, The 5-Star Service, The Meaningful Conversation, The International Soul Music, The Opulent Dining Table, That Big Cozy Red Couch AND A Roooooom! No doubt, slouched, sedentary, done already, too calm, too full, so filled, just...thrilled, you lazily lean back, ALMOST CLAP, exhale and go, “Oooooooom!”

“Legendary!”

Just goes against all proper etiquette! —HospiTalent Mariby Corpening