The sun is out, and I just got invited to participate in a holiday trunk show. Perfect timing because Brian (my man) and I are getting ready to sell custom-designed olive picks. Why olive picks? One year, I got invited to this swanky holiday party in Atlanta swirling with martinis and cigar smoke. So I tip back my martini, get the olive toothpick stuck on my lip and douse everyone with extra-chilled vodka. Oh yeah, I'm cool. Ten years later, Brian designs an olive pick that doesn't swim in the glass - it stays put. It's brushed metal and looks like architecture on the glass. Now if he could only design something to make me regain my mojo.
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