Joan and Tami and Beth

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Oh my.

I got to see some of my favorite ladies tonight.  Plus Carolyn and Stephanie and Nikki and Bonnie and Amy and Rae and Lisa.

It was a ladies fest.

Or Bitches and Burgers, as it’s also known as.  I normally do not hit up the Bitches and Burgers on Friday nights, and ladies, I know it’s at Burgermeister, but it should probably be re-named Bitches with Salads.  I think I saw one burger amongst the lot of you–and I think it was a veggie burger.

None the less, the Beegees were on the juke box and there was much laughter, a few tears, loads of hugs, and lots of good old-fashioned girliness happening.

I left early to get home to write, load photographs and eat my evening snack before retiring.  I have a day tomorrow.  I have a day tomorrow that I feel like I already need to be girding my loins for.

It is just KFox and I at the shop.

Two ladies, no guys, no mechanics, no back up.

Slangin’ bikes.

Bitches be makin’ it happen.

Actually I love working with Kristin we are on the same wave length and we end up working really well together.  Once I got past the minute jealousy of working with the tiniest girl ever, well, not ever, but man she is small, I got into working a groove with her and we do well.

I think because there is no bullshit.  It is cut to the chase and make it happen.  I have learned a lot from her design aesthetic, in fact I did a really awesome bike design today utilizing her strategy of color palette and it went from being a cool looking bike to a wow bike with a few tweaks.

I had him on the fence and the design was not going well, he wanted a bike, but his color choices were not leading him down the right path.  So, we backed up and I stole some Kristin tips and next thing you know, complete redesign and an exceedingly happy customer who happily, and I mean happily, dropped $1600 on a one speed bike.

Tami nodded sagely when I was telling her about work, “you are great at retail,” she said.

I am?

Who knew?

I always rather looked down my nose at retail, but it turns out I am pretty good at selling shit.  I feel like it’s partially because I have only so much money I spend on extraneous things and I know quality.  I know what nice feels like.  I don’t often buy it, but when I do I love it and I know how that feeling is.

That makes me relatable.  Plus, I don’t work on commission so there’s no pressure to up sell.  I do if it makes sense to do so and the person is for it.  I am not a pressure tactics type of sales person.  In fact, I am sort of blase at times, I know the bike is quality, I am not going to shove it down your throat.

I have had a couple of people ask me to “convince them” and I just want to say, “fuck off.”  Don’t waste my time.  I am not interested in pursuing your sale.  Your money or you need to be told how much sunshine is coming out your ass. I rather take offense at it.  And it’s typically with people who don’t know their ass from a hedge.

Hole in the ground is so yesterday.

Oh, best google search terms from yesterday: will cocaine on my anus, not in my anus, get me high?

Well, it depends on how much is in the nose of the person sticking it up your ass.

People.

You know you are up past your bedtime when you are google searching this.

And if you butt is numb, it’s working.

Ahem.

I also got to see Mrs. Fishkin today.  I just love writing her name, Mrs. Fishkin.  It is a rocking moniker.  She was having lunch with her hubby, Lenny, who is also just a pumpkin, God, I know some truly cute people.  Mrs. Fishkin was in the most adorable powder blue frock with this color patch print that was not cupcakes, but the whole ensemble resembled a scrumptious petite four, all pastels and pinks and an adorable black cropped cardigan with red swirl applique, she looked like a little Mission Mini Cupcake.  Plus she was rocking a new do.

Too good!

She also invited me to join the gang at the new park on Valencia Street for Sunday Streets.  I wanted to cry.  I will be at the shop.  I will be shop girl and then there will be music stage boy and mechanic dude, and that’s all she wrote.  It might be a complete shit show, but fuck it, I’ll be there.

Although the thought of being able to spend the afternoon at the park with Eve pie and  mama Fishkin and papa Lenny and friends, AB, Craig, Reno?  Mama Grace and Papa Price, maybe? Juniper?  Esther?  Oh.  I sure hope I get kid visits at the shop.  I will be throwing down the spoke cards for the monkey posse left and right.

Ah, it will be a good weekend, because it will and it will be crazy and I will build a bike or two and rock it out and when it gets tough, the tough will just say,

Paris

and all will be just fine in the world.

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