How can I ever thank you for constituting our situation as an emergency? It all began when we were in a desperate search for a chalkboard to place on the corner of 30A and Watercolor Blvd. It was pertinent that we advertise for Art in the Park (8:43am). Hillary's desperation for the chalkboard outweighed my cries for the restroom.
Our first stop, The Watercolor Inn. Thank you Patrick Hurphy for letting us borrow one (854am). From there we head over to the new Hot and Cold, (formerly known as Sugar Pies, and designed by Wade Perry) okay, moving on....
Hillary jumps out of the truck and makes a mad dash past Margaret (or is it Sarah...) at PJ's coffee. She thinks if she sprints fast enough they won't remember her petty coffee theft an hour prior. I glance down at the clock....858am....do I have time to run in and use the bathroom...? I'll go quick, I thought, plus I know it will take Hillary some time to perfect her chalkboard artistry.
I jump out of the truck and because I'm safety girl I reach for the lock button, just before the door slams shut I grab it! But it's too late....the glisten of the key caught my eye through the window. My eyes glaze past our floral arrangements baking inside the interior of the truck....then past the our crisp white linens.....our citron sashes.....Dear Lord! What have I done!?!
As I make my way around the vehicle hoping, praying that one of the doors remained unlocked (like that ever happens) I begin to call in favors. First call: Nicholas Phafvols. He always answers and he has a direct connect with the Sheriff (that's you)!!! One ringy dingy, two ringy dingy, VOICEMAIL! NOOOOO! How could this happen (903am). I still have to go to the bathroom.
I inform my ever kind business partner of my mishap and she calmly states. "I left the key inside." Duh, I know that's why I'm in a state of panic. I call the love of my life, I'm sure he'll come to my rescue. NO ANSWER. I call Hillary's hubby (she loves when I say that). NO ANSWER. I call Nick back, 12 times. Still no answer. Finally, Sheriff, he answers and calls your fabulous, sassy wife who comes to our rescue (933am). I still have to go to the bathroom.
I have the deputy in my sights and I start waving him down....but he drives right past...shouting something about an alarm or a break in and that he'd send someone else.....NOOOOOOO! How could an alarm be more important than our dying FLOWERS!?! (938am). I still have to go to the bathroom.
Up ahead I spot another vehicle resembling that of police car! Officer Mason Faye steps out. Immediately I see him size up Nicholas and his hanger, then I see it.... "Man vs. Truck." (958am game time is in two minutes and I still have go to the bathroom.)
So Sheriff, at this point I'm wondering will Deputy Faye be able to retrieve our wilting flowers and our crisp linens? Suddenly, I hear the sounds or Aerial "ahhhhhh....ahhhhh....ahhhhh." The door is open! (1018am). We hop in the truck and head to the tables, drop the linens, pull of the wilted petals and voila! We're back in business!
Thank you, Sheriff for realizing that event emergencies are indeed emergencies.
Sincerely,
Monark Events
P.S. Names have been changed to protect those who didn't give us permission to use their name on our blog.
P.P.S. We did go back and pay for our coffee. Sorry Sarah!
P.P.P.S. I still have to go to the bathroom.
Our first stop, The Watercolor Inn. Thank you Patrick Hurphy for letting us borrow one (854am). From there we head over to the new Hot and Cold, (formerly known as Sugar Pies, and designed by Wade Perry) okay, moving on....
Hillary jumps out of the truck and makes a mad dash past Margaret (or is it Sarah...) at PJ's coffee. She thinks if she sprints fast enough they won't remember her petty coffee theft an hour prior. I glance down at the clock....858am....do I have time to run in and use the bathroom...? I'll go quick, I thought, plus I know it will take Hillary some time to perfect her chalkboard artistry.
I jump out of the truck and because I'm safety girl I reach for the lock button, just before the door slams shut I grab it! But it's too late....the glisten of the key caught my eye through the window. My eyes glaze past our floral arrangements baking inside the interior of the truck....then past the our crisp white linens.....our citron sashes.....Dear Lord! What have I done!?!
As I make my way around the vehicle hoping, praying that one of the doors remained unlocked (like that ever happens) I begin to call in favors. First call: Nicholas Phafvols. He always answers and he has a direct connect with the Sheriff (that's you)!!! One ringy dingy, two ringy dingy, VOICEMAIL! NOOOOO! How could this happen (903am). I still have to go to the bathroom.
I inform my ever kind business partner of my mishap and she calmly states. "I left the key inside." Duh, I know that's why I'm in a state of panic. I call the love of my life, I'm sure he'll come to my rescue. NO ANSWER. I call Hillary's hubby (she loves when I say that). NO ANSWER. I call Nick back, 12 times. Still no answer. Finally, Sheriff, he answers and calls your fabulous, sassy wife who comes to our rescue (933am). I still have to go to the bathroom.
I have the deputy in my sights and I start waving him down....but he drives right past...shouting something about an alarm or a break in and that he'd send someone else.....NOOOOOOO! How could an alarm be more important than our dying FLOWERS!?! (938am). I still have to go to the bathroom.
Up ahead I spot another vehicle resembling that of police car! Officer Mason Faye steps out. Immediately I see him size up Nicholas and his hanger, then I see it.... "Man vs. Truck." (958am game time is in two minutes and I still have go to the bathroom.)
So Sheriff, at this point I'm wondering will Deputy Faye be able to retrieve our wilting flowers and our crisp linens? Suddenly, I hear the sounds or Aerial "ahhhhhh....ahhhhh....ahhhhh." The door is open! (1018am). We hop in the truck and head to the tables, drop the linens, pull of the wilted petals and voila! We're back in business!
Thank you, Sheriff for realizing that event emergencies are indeed emergencies.
Sincerely,
Monark Events
P.S. Names have been changed to protect those who didn't give us permission to use their name on our blog.
P.P.S. We did go back and pay for our coffee. Sorry Sarah!
P.P.P.S. I still have to go to the bathroom.
Okay...I still have to go to the bathroom, too, but I just had to say, "Brava, Ladies!" Women after my own hearts. Isn't it fun starting a business? I've been in business for myself, one way or another, most of my life (no, Hillary, not that way...ahem). I love it! Ups, downs, working more hours than you ever did in corporate America, but the rewards are amazing.
ReplyDeleteI once locked my keys AND my dog in the car, while it was running, on the streets of Washington DC, in the days before the internet when I needed to run into a Kinko's and fax something to a client (I was too poor at that time to buy my own fax). In those days, the cops came and opened your doors for free, but...and here's the clinker...you're not supposed to leave your car running just to keep the dog cool if you're not IN the car. I got a ticket. And I really had to go to the bathroom.
I love what you're doing, Hillary and Briane (I assume that's your partner)! I'm so proud of you, although from the picture above, I still think you AND Briane could have been America's top models. But what the heck...there's time for more than you think when you've got your head on straight, and you really seem to.
I miss you!
All my love always,
Aunt Nancy