Wednesday, 22 February 2017 —
I woke up this morning to knocking at the door. Should I open it? No. I’m in my underwear. Knocking again, now persistently. Still not gonna open the door. Still in underwear. Chris and I are asleep in the living room. We fell asleep after horrible fast food last night when we returned from Longmont, Colorado yesterday where I was teaching a product knowledge class for Label.m. I thought we were going to Denver. Turns out Longmont is NOT a suburb of Denver, it is much closer to Wyoming. If we would have driven 90 more minutes, we would have been in Cheyenne. Chris and I were making jokes about not wearing boots for the occasion. It was very country. The salon we arrived at was arty, vintage and very modern. The owner was fabulous! She told me she had a wife and I instantly felt comfortable around a lesbian. Gay people stick together, ya know? They were all so insanely sweet and cool. My two hour class was more like three hours. The only items missing were cocktails. Chris and I fell in love with Longmont on our way back to D-town. Part of us cringed as we hit Denver City Limits again. We longed for the country-environment of Longmont. All we were missing was boots.
This afternoon is a light load at the salon. I’m looking forward to it. After that, Chris and I have a men’s group we participate in once a month that meets at the wine bar. I haven’t had booze in a couple of days. I am surprised I lasted that long really. I love a cocktail, as most folks know. I had champagne on Sunday, but here it will be Wednesday evening… I think it’s time for a little drinky-poo. Drinking while we talk about deep shit, emotions, self-help shit really takes the edge off the boring philosophical shit. I love our life coach, but I’m really quite superficial about this shit. I am the same way with my Kabbalah teacher and Rabbi. There’s no way I can keep a straight face. The booze tends to deactivate my eyerolling muscle. It should be an easy day really. Right now, I’m contemplating a little lunch before I head in.
Last week, I hosted a really cute, intimate wine sipping event. The sales rep was so sweet. I think everyone got moderately sloshed and bought something. I love any event where you eat, drink, drink some more and spend money with folks by invite. Fact is: I hate random people without even knowing them. Part of my job as a salon owner is to network and I have a really hard time doing so without a cocktail or a mission statement. Small talk bothers me. To me a “hello. How are you?” already drags on like a really shitty nineties boyband song. Please let it be over, I cry on the inside. A boozy little party with affluent folks makes the best excuse to entertain. I only invite people I like to my events. This event was capped due to space so I had to be VERY selective and I required RSVP. It makes me look a bit pretentious and dick-y, but really, if anyone thinks I’m being a dick, they don’t truly understand me. Buy me a drink, don’t kiss my ass and please don’t ask me how I’m doing…. Anyway… The wine lady will be around to collect the order for full-on order placement today and when she leaves, I’ll proceed to the wine bar for deep shit conversations with Blair and the boys.
Yes, today is a cocktail day. The more the better. Of course, I should take care of my clients first.