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.