august wilt Part I

Lloyd must have sensed my mood because when I slid onto the bar stool, he had already prepared my tonic of choice.  Today my Hendricks was buoyed by muddled strawberries & mint with an oversized wedge of lime.  15 minutes later and I am still sipping my first Strawberry Smash.  It would seem that the Dept of Energy’s updated Omnibus Amendment Act banning plastic straws may effect more than the life of a tortoise. The mandate ma actually help curtail my cocktail consumption.  It's hard to gulp down iced gin without a barrier.  

Today marked the beginning of the third work week in August. By 6pm, the humidity had surpassed gentrification as the top gripe amongst Black Washingtonians.  And even though I was a native, my look had begun to droop soon after I closed the door on the DollHouse around 7:45 am this morning.  

I hoisted my electric Betsey Johnson laptop bag onto the stool to my left and pulled out my Henri Bendel stripped compact mirror.  Sephora was right about one thing, the HourGlass waterproof primer was the truth.  My Pat McGrath Skin Fetish foundation #27 was in place even though my frontal was dipping dangerously to the left.  

I unclipped my tan Gucci visor from my tote bag and placed it gingerly on my head.  One crises averted; 2 more to go.   😉 💋