If any twenty-two year old waitresses and baristas and what all other types of employees would like for me to personally invite them to the Fish Fry, all I have to say is this: that they should have been around in 2009 or 2010, when I would invite such types to my shows all the time. If any twenty-two year old waitresses and baristas and what all others these days have any complaints about not being personally invited to the Fish Fry, blame the twenty-two year old baristas and waitresses and what all others who never showed up for any of my shows back in 2009 and 2010.
One young woman who also did modeling work back then, in other words, an asshole, had me go to the trouble of putting her on the guest list for a show that I had with my old band. As I stood onstage trying to do my set, I couldn't help but keep my eyes glued to the club's entrance in the hopes that she would show up. Of course, I could only conclude that she never had any intention of showing up, whether she was on the guest list or not. What a drag!
I can't think of any way I could personally sabotage my good time at the Fish Fry more effectively than to invite a woman or women in my world whom I had something of a fondness for to the gig, and then spend all fucking day at the venue anticipating their arrival/ knowing they are not coming. Argh! Any employee of one of these businesses who has the idea that they can get me to put myself out there for them like I used to back in 2009 and 2010 might want to get acquainted with the phrase, "Been there, done that."