Day 25.

My Monday. I was in disarray today. I will tell you why in a minute. First I want to tell you about what I wore. 
Cranberry coloured suede ankle boots.
They're new. Sullivan snatched them for me at a flea market this weekend. I about had a heart attack when he handed them to me on Sunday. I felt very badly about that too, because Jack had been preaching to me all morning and I was half asleep and then Sullivan came over and gave me the boots and I gushed. A lot. Jack has this incredible capability to gush about his Lord, and when I do the same to shoes after his three hour love rants...well, I can tell he feels sad. I just can't comprehend what he calls "grace."
Anyway, back to the disarray.

Total mistakes: 79
Total customers: 102

See the disarray? I think that that was the most customers I've had on a morning shift in a long while. And I will tell you why. 
Peach blossom shaken iced tea with a shot of espresso and Memorial Day.
Patrick has definitely done the most gushing this weekend. Even counting the suede incident.
Jack was the best at swallowing his spite. I think it's a Christian thing. Sullivan had the most problems. He still constantly won't admit to the concoction being a sell-out. Which it is. Proof? We ran out of peach flavoring two hours before my shift this morning ended. It was a disaster. I had to deter a lot of angry high-schoolers. I think most of the girls just came to try it out because Patrick made it up and he's kind of cute. Then someone decided that it actually tasted good and then everyone thought Patrick was kind of cute. I would not want to be on staff tonight during his shift. Patrick honestly believes he can single-handedly redeem the nation of Africa with his tips. And I'm not going to lie, he might be able to do just that with the new hit espresso drink and a Memorial Day premiere.


Sullivan is coming to pick me up in a few minutes. We're going to SliceMeLove to have blueberry pie (I am so sick of peaches) and to take Lila back to Jack's place. He was supposed to be watching their Grandmother, but he's been at the Church all afternoon and won't answer his phone and Darla has to go to a dentist appointment. He does that a lot. Something about turning it on silent when you're in the house of the Lord. Or that's how Jack puts it. I totally would have watched their Grandma, but I don't think Sullivan thought that was a very good date idea. He's more into pie, then the antique store, and then scouting the town for his best friend on his bicycle and chewing him out because he forgot about his neighbor's oral health needs. I totally know that's what we're going to be doing. And I'm totally fine with that. He did buy me ankle boots after all.
See? I'm still gushing.   
It is possible that these are the only shoes I will be wearing for the next few weeks. 
Not really. That's not possible at all. My nude heels are beckoning me for tomorrow morning. I know I really shouldn't, I'll regret it after about two seconds, but still. Watch. Sullivan will take me to the antique shop and I'll snag a jacket that will be too perfect not to wear them with and then I will be a lost cause. 


Sullivan is here. He just walked right through the door and is now yelling about how I shouldn't leave the door unlocked and someone could just come in and murder me. Boyfriends are the sweetest.
He's still in a bad mood (so about the peach tea thing). We are definitely going to look for Jack. He wants someone to yell at. I can tell.
So glad I get shoes and not the nasty man bellow he is capable of.

xo, Delia. 

Day 24.

Sullivan came in this morning looking like the walking dead. I personally looked amazing. I'm totally sure of it. Solid colours do amazing things to my skin tone. Especially green I've just recently found out.
Yes. I wore the peep toes.

Note to all managers: Do not ask your morning shift to go to coffee conventions that will possibly last all night. Do let your baristas enjoy Chinese take-out with elderly Grandmothers.

I had the most amazing night with Jack and his Grandma. We watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" two and a half times because she forgot we had already seen it. She also braided my hair. Just like Jack said she would. Only, it wasn't exactly braids. More like a mess of french and twists and an occasional fishtail.
Turns out, she used to be a hairdresser.
I looked like a complete monster. Which is exactly the reason why I looked so amazing this morning. After his Grandma fell asleep, Jack got a hold of me and sat me at the table so he could fix me up before I left. We shared the last egg rolls and he did things to my hair I don't think I can ever do myself. Let's just say, even after I woke up this morning and glanced in the mirror, I still looked like a goddess.
I am totally not being vain.

Total mistakes: 43
Total customers: 43
Total compliments: 17

I'll just call it even and blame it on Sullivan's lack of sleep.

On the more important front than everyone's sleeping schedules, is the peach tea and espresso problem. Jack and I discussed it last night. Of course he knew him. Patrick is unfortunately a fifteen year old high school student who has dreams of saving the entire nation of Africa. He goes to Jack's church.
The perk of this, is that it was easy enough to get his phone number. The downside, is that he thinks the drink will be a hit.
I don't even think he tried to make one before he went public with it.
I hate people who don't think.
Sullivan and I discussed it and we decided to give it a go tonight. But he is now sound asleep on my couch and Jack and Patrick arrive in all but thirty minutes. Which means it is totally up to me to be the savior of this mistake. Don't get me wrong, I feel completely confident. I mean, who wouldn't looking the way I look right now? I'm practically a model and I'm wearing sweatpants. This has to be a win/win situation.
Except.
When I stare at all those peaches and tea and ice trays and that espresso machine in my kitchen, I have to admit I get a little disheartened. This is not Jack taking a couple of knots out of my hair.
Peach and espresso. Lord oh lord, what was that boy thinking?

I think Sullivan is asleep on top of my wool socks. So not fair.
xo, Delia.