If I have to keep a secret, I can. But I certainly don't like to do so. In fact, when I get a juicy bit of gossip, there is nothing more I want to do than scream it from the hills. But if I am asked to keep it quiet, I do. I may be a loudmouth, but I'm a trustworthy loudmouth.
But it is, quite simply, KILLING ME to sit on the three industry secrets I have in my back pocket right now. Oh shit. I just thought of a fourth one.
1. The venture from Scott that I mentioned before. It's just really fucking cool. And I want to tell you about it so badly that I'm weeping trying to hold it in.
2. The circumstances of Sante Salvoni's departure from the Slow Club. I have only one side of the story. And since I love the peeps on the other side as well, I'm in a bit of a pickle. I'm crazy tore up about this one. Like condom-wrapper-in-the-alley-behind-my-building tore up.
3. One of my favorite, favorite, favorite places EVER from another city is coming to SF. One of their workers e-mailed me yesterday. But the ink isn't dry, so I can't spill just yet. Please excuse me while I rip out my own intestines from sheer frustration.
4. The newest ventures from the Slanted Door folks. Which many of you probably have an idea about already. Quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if they announced they were opening one on every street corner, or in the airport at the rate they're going (as far as I know, they are doing neither of those things).
I will be screaming these bits and pieces as loud as I can, as soon as I can.
I feel like Tantalus right now. It's not pretty.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld