Lunch

I had lunch with a client because she orchastrating a mega deal that consists of 9 immediate closings for $1 million a piece. We'd been hitting and missing each other this past week. She tends to drink a bit and especially during the day so it was my job to buy her lunch and her drinks today. She'd already had at least two by the time I got there. I was coerced into having a Daquari (my allocated 2nd one for the entire year). I hadn't had one in years but it's just too sweet for me. But I despise the taste of alchol and I'm not going to drink just to drink so it has to be something I actually enjoy. Wow, how in the world did I get off on this topic.

I'm sure I'll be labeled a heathen by some that may read this but you know the honest truth? I know they already feel that way about me so what does it really matter? I can't continue to pretend to be something I'm not. What's so funny is drinking for instance. I seriously have a drink once or twice a year, that's it. But if I talk about it I feel as if I must defend myself because people probably think I'm a drunk or something horrible just because I haven't done the rest of my life just right. I didn't even think about it but people may have even seen that Apple Martini mix or something to that effect that is NOT MINE and you know it's my gut instinct to declare it's not mine so I am not judge anymore than I already am but I just can't anymore. I get tired of tip toeing around. So careful that if I say the wrong thing then I'll be judge further.