Bobby Risotto and I have a history. One of the last dreams this morning had me sneaking through the backdoor of Maxwell’s since I had a key. There was some function going on, a wedding party I think.

I ran into Ann Boyles which was fun and asked her what she was doing there since she currently resides in Georgia. I don’t recall what she said in return but I wound up hanging around her as I sat at my former spot at the end of the bar where I used to check Identification and stamp hands so they could drink.

Steve Fallon made an appearance and why not, since it was his club during my tenure. And most surprising was seeing Bobby Risotto. That is an alias of sorts since Bobby Risotto’s real name popped up years ago when he was still closeted and hiding from his Mum, Gloria and Bobby insisted that I change his name and not post photos from the holiday party that he had with his then-boyfriend the exquisitely named Gregoire.

I acceded to his wishes without a problem. In the dream, he was walking by and I was concerned enough to fix his velvet collar which was askew. He seemed to appreciate it. In my waking hours, I was going through my emails, sending resumes out to whatever seemed feasible.

And there was a message that Bobby Risotto was posting about a position at some double helix company. I followed the link and figured ‘Why not’? It offered a salary that was more than Barry McGarry and I really had nothing to lose. If it proceeds, great. If not, then oh well.

There is a history with Bobby Risotto. We first crossed paths 22 years ago, working for what I called Wanker Banker but in reality was Putnam Lovell NBF. It was a good job, a suit & tie job that paid well. Bobby Risotto was my supervisor and we occasionally bumped heads.

He left the firm after a couple of years and I left sometime after that. We did keep in touch, enough to be invited to his holiday party in the Newport neighborhood of Jersey City. Alas, I was more rambunctious than his other guests, my humor too crass for his bourgeois friends.

Bobby Risotto and I did work together again in 2014 at the terribly silly Neuralgia Management Company. Bobby was bullied by his supervisor and since shit rolls downhill, Bobby Risotto bullied me. Some awful things he had done which were unforgivable.

Enough that when he was having his going away dinner I opted out. He asked why and I explained the things he did and that it would be hypocritical to celebrate his terrible management methods. Despite that, we still maintained some sort of contact.

In November when I had an interview in midtown I passed a restaurant with his surname on the window. I took a photo and sent it to him and he replied in a humorous way. So now, he posts a position and I took the bait.

What happens from this point is anyone’s guess. Will Bobby Risotto be the better man or just a bowl of creamy cooking rice? The ball is in his court and the ladle is on the cooking pot.