The Center of Attention? Poor KellyA-Conway
missed the day girls were taught how to be seated properly, like a lady, in public- at the White House- in the Oval Office.
The pretty pink drink with the sophisticated name was a Best-seller for a decade. Snooty bartenders loathed the concoction. And yet, scores of ladies kept asking for “The Cosmo.”
Sydney bragged that she “didn’t feel a thing” after quaffing three of the pretty cocktails. Buzzed and blurry she slurred the sentence – causing gales of laughter from the other tipplers at the table.
Flash forward, and the ladies who laugh had updated their Drink du jour to the ginger-laced Moscow Mule served in the pretty, shiny, copper mug. The takeaway with the Mule was the it really had “a kick” and a girl would be “rendered bi-lingual” after two of the potent drinks. Whoa!
She knew they had a problem.
After a sweet, romantic courtship the young couple were married. Both families were very happy with the union.
The bride and groom, were gaga over the pretty pink Honeymoon suite. Shyly, they approached the king-sized bed with the mountains of lacy pillows.
She encouraged him to join her on the bed.
Later that night he said, “Do we have to do that every night?”
She may have been naive, – reading between the lines – she knew there was trouble ahead.
Buyer Beware: His Dating Profile is a brag sheet of preposterous myths.
By mistake, I bit and responded to the Wink and quick note he sent. Can you say, Pandora’s Box? Within one sentence, I was drowning in a plethora of fluff. He insisted he was a California Surfer Dude who went to Duke. He said he was either a puppet or he had a penchant for puppets – can’t recall.
He insisted that Stephen Colbert invited him on his television show.
Look out, ladies! This one is trouble.
No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar.
Don’t quit. Never give up trying to build the world you can see, even if others can’t see it. Listen to your drum and your drum only. It’s the one that makes the sweetest sound.
Your Grandmother may have been a Lipton’s girl all her life.
You may defer to Tazo, Green Tea, or Arnold Palmers.
Whether you love High Tea at the Ritz or a hot mug and a crossword puzzle
you know a Tea Party when you see one.
The Tea Party with Pence, Palin, Ron Paul and Ted Cruz serves a different cup of tea.
Lee was a rock ’em-sock ’em rhinestone cowboy. He was bold, brash and outgoing.
On our second date, there was no doubt about it, this guy was a big-time drinker. His drink du jour was a Moscow Mule and he consumed several in a very short period of time.
“Keep them coming, honey” was his advice to the cocktail waitress.
Given my background dealing with alcoholics, I gently slipped away -indicating I had spent way too much time with people who drink too much. Next.
Flash forward three years, and I run into my old friend, Lee. He was exuberant and thrilled to see me. He announced he had turned his life around and wanted to see me again.
He was very proud of himself- he said he had cutback his drinking dramatically.
I agreed to have dinner at his house Saturday night. When I arrived, he was opening a large box on the kitchen counter. It contained two glasses. Glasses? Heck, they were really big goblets. No, the glasses were actually the size of small fishbowls.
He proudly explained that his doctor advised to cut back on his extensive cocktail hour and relegated him to one glass of wine, nightly.
Lee confided in me that he didn’t have a problem – just a challenge.
Let’s just say that we had “The Last Supper.” I carefully walked down the 12 steps from his condo to the garage, letting go and moving on.