All Buttered Up

12/2006

Just yesterday someone stopped me and asked, “Aren’t you published in SRQ Magazine?” To this bittersweet question, I answered quietly, “No, I’m not.” Three steps later, someone stopped me and asked, “Aren’t you published in SARASOTA Magazine?”

I have never been published in SARASOTA Magazine. Also, I have never been published in Vanity Fair or Glamour or Marie Claire or Lucky. I was published in SRQ for the first six months of 2003. Where did I go? Fair question. Flattering question. We had a fight. It was a big fight. There were bloody noses and black eyes and overturned file cabinets. There was broken glass and lots of yelling. It was embarrassing to everyone and a scary introduction to the real world for the cute interns.

Just kidding. Seriously, we completed our tour without incident.

The magazine did fine without me. Surprisingly, I stayed alive without them. But after all these years apart, people still identify us with each other. Like Sonny and Cher – only you won’t find us singing “I Got You Babe”. Then again, maybe you will. I’m always up for a good laugh, occasionally (okay, usually), at the expense of my personal dignity and the respect of my closest confreres.

I am a serious businesswoman! I hide behind this line-drawing for good reason. I protect my clients from the silliness that rages inside me.

But you don’t pay good money to hear me prattle on about stuff like this, so here’s the latest from the life of one happy single Sarasota girl. Last night, I was out on a date with BoatMan when, to my horror, I noticed I hadn’t packed any lip balm or lip gloss. No problem. I buttered my lips. That’s right. Buttered my lips!

Yummy. Tasty and entertaining.
Embarrassing? Yes.
Worth it?
With these lips?

My antics should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me. And neither should this – thank you SRQ Magazine. As with the film festival, you jumped in and supported me from the beginning and I appreciate your spirit.