OH I screwed up big the other night. Everyone should get a good laugh at this one and hopefully add some of their own to make me feel a little better.
OK here's the set up. My really good clients, who live in Atlanta but have a big, big house here, had their guests staying at their house for a week. She told me it was her interior designer coming with some friends to check out the house and see what could be done with it (not that anything needed to be done with it) So here I am thinking, hot interior designers from Atlanta, six of them. Memories of that cheesy show "Designing Women" (you know the one with semi hot WOMEN interior designers from Atlanta) came to mind. It was then I realized my fantasy life was getting the best of me. I knocked on the door and Michael and his "partner" Craig answered and then introduced me to Peter and Thomas and Andrew and Phil. So much for my hot tub party with the Atlanta designers. Actually they were super nice and really into food and wine and talking about it so I had a nice time. So, I dropped off the dinner and set everything up and was leaving when I realized I forgot to give them the bread. The killer homemade bread I had spent three hours making. I pulled back into the driveway and it was very icy with a fresh coat of snow over the ice, and I hit my brakes and they didn't slow me down on the ice. And I just kept sliding and sliding, and yes you guessed it, crashed right through the fuc*#@g garage door. It smashed to pieces. The people heard it and came running out to see this big mess that was once the garage door. They were worried about their car in the garage and whether or not they would be able to get it out to go to the airport. Then the one guy decided to push the opener button and the door just started splintering and shredding. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. I found out that crying goes over big with rich gay men. They reassured me it wasn't a big deal. I now have to deal with insurance and garage door repair people and look like a fool. And the worst part about it is that the wood is some special California Redwood that is a 12 week backorder and, of course, will cost twice as much. However, I called my clients and they thought I was a saint for calling them so upset, so in the end it all worked out.