Dinner Reservation, Your Name

Had dinner at a nice hotel restaurant in Bangkok tonight. The kind with the buffet that stretches on forever and the staff that remembers your face. I wore my white dress and my gold chain and sat down like I owned the place. I do not own the place. But someone is paying for me to eat here so it feels close enough.

One of my fans made the reservation. He has never been to Bangkok but he found this restaurant online and booked it under his name. I showed up, said his name, and they brought me to the table. His name, my dinner. That is how we do things.

I ate so much. The seafood section alone took me three trips. I was not rushing because nobody was waiting and the bill was already handled. I just sat there eating and smiling and taking selfies between plates.

Left the restaurant full and happy and took a car home that someone else also paid for. Good evening from Bangkok. The reservation is always under someone else is name but the food is always mine.