It’s that age ole tale where a young girl turns one year older and faces the harsh reality of consuming too much alcohol in a short period of time. I was confident, unstoppable, and on a mission. You don’t turn twenty-three everyday, and I wanted the full effect. In my mind, “the turnt-up movement” was real. It didn’t occur to me that grabbing that waiter by his shirt to tell him that I wanted more “delicious frickle sauce” was inappropriate because in my mind, the world was revolving around me. And for all that screaming and yelling, I expected everyone at restaurant to understand that I, Shamaila Iqebal, had just turned twenty-three years old and liquor was my best friend.
So basically the point of this e-mail is to apologize to everyone. I am so sorry. It wasn’t one of my finest moment, but it was definitely yours because you guys provided excellent service given the circumstance. Thank you! My friends and I enjoyed our time at Union Street Public House. I’m sure they will be back. I don’t know about me because as surprising as this may sound, I still have a little bit of pride left. I still don’t know though. My love for that frickle sauce burns with the intensity of a thousand white suns (I’m sure Shakespeare would have felt that way too after trying the frickles with that amazing-bomb-dot-com sauce).Anyway, hope you have fabulous Monday and week! Thank you so much again. It was the best birthday I’ve had ever.
Part-Time Party Girl
PS: I got a picture with a free mason person and it’s probably the greatest photo in the world. All thanks to your restaurant!