Crazy
So, I didn’t mean to fall off the grid for 12 days but these past 12 days have been so full of activity that I was literally out of words by the close of each day. (And you know that says a lot for me because I almost never speechless.)
At any rate, let’s catch up:
I can barely remember early last week, but on Monday we hosted a private event at West for a local company and their clients. We did all the work and then went home to dress like regular people and attend the event. Someone said we were legends and I just wanted to remind them that a summer dress instead of leggings and Hokas can cover a multitude of woes.
And then on Tuesday, I can’t even tell you what we did. Except it was busy and I think we were separating out fall and Christmas decor merchandise that is starting to arrive.
Which is unfortunate timing because all that arrived via pallets on Tuesday and on Wednesday morning, Ellery and I were scheduled to fly to Atlanta to shop for fall and Christmas. Try explaining all that to Jason. Some vendors sell fall and Christmas in January and some wait until July. But here’s one thing Jason doesn’t need to see: 30 boxes of merchandise in the hallway at Nifong and plane tickets in my hand to go buy more. As the Chief Financial Officer for PJP, he was underwhelmed by it all.
And so I had a lot on my mind, which ultimately led me to stand in the Columbia airport on Wednesday morning at 4:40 am with just a Sam’s Club card, a Hyvee Fuel Saver card, and a Daniel Boone Regional Library card. My drivers license was laying on our kitchen counter at home. And here’s where a small airport comes in clutch: they were able to “call the government” and get me on that plane. I had a lot of questions about where that phone call goes and who ultimately says ok on the other end of the phone line, but I was afraid to ask.
But as you might guess, massive international airports like the ones found in Atlanta aren’t apt to just ring up the United States government to grant exceptions to some lady that wants to get on a plane without identification, so Jason had to overnight my license to Atlanta. And then the hotel couldn’t find it, even though delivery was confirmed. And I tried to be very nice because I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a grouchy person, but I really needed them to FIND THE LICENSE NOW so I could eventually return home. And during this, CeeLo Green checked into the hotel - like the CeeLo Green who wrote “Crazy” for Gnarls Barkley. among other songs. So I stopped my panic and Elle and I asked for a picture. He complied but he was completely underwhelmed by two girls in a hotel lobby having a fuss about a drivers license. I’ll spare you the photo because he looks perturbed and I look perturbed. (But Elle looked great. If you come to the store, I’ll show you on my phone. I just can’t have that photo of me and CeeLo lingering on the Internet for eternity.)
Thankfully, a concerned bell captain intervened and helped locate my identification and we landed in Columbia at 10:20 on Saturday night. The airport should really hire me for their marketing…can you imagine the campaign success of “you don’t have to drive two hours when you land” PLUS “we will call the government for you”? Just saying.
