It’s been a long week on this end. We delivered a big project this Monday, but are scrambling to finalize another piece for the same client by end of this week. At the same time, we picked up a last-minute project, which has forced Clint to work while vacationing in Hawaii, which definitely makes me feel bad. A good partner he is, that one. This new project is due next week, and we’ve just been trying to figure out how to make everything come together with such limited resources. On the plus side, the new plants I got a few weeks ago aren’t dying on me yet.
At the same time, I’m preparing for our big Open House this weekend. I ordered enough chips and salsa from Cantina Agave to feed 150 people; I also got 18 bottles of wine and will get a couple cases of beer tomorrow. Somehow, I have a feeling I’m going to run out of alcohol pretty damn fast and will be eating nothing but stale chips and salsa for the rest of the week.
In preparation for the weekend, I swore to myself at the beginning of the week that I was going to lay off the booze and get plenty of sleep so I can be ready to host all my friends, supporters and random visitors stopping by on Saturday and Sunday. Since I am me, I’ve demolished that vow on Tuesday night when, after a hectic day of running around town meeting with people who probably aren’t going to give me any business, Julie messaged me to see if I wanted to grab a drink. 4 bottles of wine later, I was bowing down to the waste receptacle at Enoteca. Last night, I tried to order a pizza margherita at Captain’s hostel and ended up getting served a margarita. Since it was buy two get one free, my evening got off to a tequila sunset start, which ended at Kuluska with both my love handles and my cheeks being pinched by feisty, drunk banshees.
And tonight is pub trivia night with the venerable Dan Washburn, who scoffed at my plan of drinking herbal tea tonight at British Bulldog. What, like beer is going to help me answer questions about soccer, the sport about which I know nothing?
I’m tired.
