Day 20.

Thursday. Well, it was Thursday. Unfortunately now it's Friday.
Sullivan and I had the craziest night.
We got into the shop pretty late. I don't even know how the other evening crews do it. It's madness. I thought it would be slow. But honestly, it was a faster pace. I was almost pulling my hair out. Especially being with Sullivan. Sometimes he is so behind.
We both ran counter and made drinks.

Total mistakes: 43
Total customers: 117

I thought I was going to die. I should not have worn those plum suede high heeled boots. My feet are killing me.
At first it was only businessmen heading off to catch their flights at the airport. They would traipse in and all of them would ask for the same exact thing. "Small drip coffee please." We ran out of drip coffee in the first 2 hours. Sullivan had to get 5 more pots going. And it was lucky he did. Because at 12:48PM a bus pulled up outside in the parking lot across the street, and in about 4 minutes, our little shop was filled with a whole lot of smelly, sweaty guys.
It was a High School wrestling team on their way home from an away game.
48 wrestlers. 4 coaches. 1 water-boy. 2 medical men. And 1 bus driver.
I never thought so many men could want so many girly drinks.
And I never thought I would get hit on so many times in 57 minutes.
One of them tried to kiss me.
Sullivan and I practically collapsed on each other when the last kid walked out the door carrying 4(!) large chocolate turtledoves with extra whip.
We peeled off our aprons and cleaned up most of the aftermath and then we sleepily took off to find at Jack at the tent meeting.

It was huge. There was 100s of people. Singing all together out of little white books. And then some man would randomly get up at the oddest times and shout as loud as he could from the stage. People were crying the whole entire time. And I have to admit, I was kind of jealous. Their faces were glowing. There were tears dripping all over their cheeks, and they were so
happy.
We found Jack in the front row(of course). On his knees, barefoot, praying with some 12 year old boy. Sullivan acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. He just stood there and waited for Jack to finish up. When he did, the boy jumped to his feet and ran through the tent yelling "AMEN!" Over and over again. And Jack looked at us with the brightest smile I have ever seen.
"How much longer do you want to stay?" Sullivan asked.
"30 minutes?" Jack pleaded.
"20," Sullivan said.
"Okay."
And we did. We stood there with Jack for 23 more minutes and listened to the yelling man and sang the songs and clapped our hands and then we all drove home together. With the bicycle strapped to the top of the car.
I never noticed but last night. Sullivan has a bike rack on the top of his car just for Jack.
I think I fell more in love with him because of it.

I'm just going to say right now, I adore my Thursdays with Sullivan.
But I never want to close the shop again.

note to self: if you ever do, wear comfortable shoes. maybe slipper boots.

I'm so going to take a nap. And sleep this whole Friday away.
But that's a lie.
Sullivan is coming over to make me an early dinner and then we'll watch movies and I will go to sleep at 6PM.
What am I going to wear?
My little cream dress maybe. And maybe I will go put teabags on my eyes so they don't looks so tired.
Oh gosh. My hair is a
mess.

I don't even care.
Thank God for the weekend. And yes, I did just say that because I went to my first tent meeting.
xo, Delia.