My sister Andrea, who currently lives in Park City, Utah, was just dumped by her self-involved snowboarder boyfriend. So, instead of sitting around and sulking like any other chick might, she opted to pack up shop and hightail it to New York City. After all, why sit around and let him see you cry? No chance. Not if I have anything to say about it anyway...
She was bagged last week. She arrives on Monday. But this short little anecdote isn't really about her. While she's indeed an instrumental figure, this is about my new business with D (No, not the church - I'm still developing the religion we're going to pawn off on people. Stay tuned though).
So, the plan was that my sister would stay with me for about a week or however long it took for her to find a place. However, I got a call from her the other day and she told me that she found a place and a roommate. And not just any roommate, a cheesemaker! And not just any cheesemaker, a cheesemaker who works at...
Me: "Wait, where does he work?" (I had a feeling about this one)
Her: "Some place that starts with an 'A' and ends with an 'N-A-L'"
Me: "Anal? Artisanal? Artisanal! That is my favorite restaurant!" (Dirty Sapphire martinis with cheese stuffed olives!)
Her: "Yeah, I think that's it."
Me: "Oh my gosh, I have to call you back!"
I had to share the news with someone who would truly appreciate the implications of this development. Seeing as how D recently got into the cheese-making business, I called him at work.
His response - which completely reconfirmed all of the reasons why I am absolutely crazy about him - was that he, me and my sis's new roommate need to go into business together.
D: "I wonder if he knows of a market for the rare cheese we produce, babe?"*
Me: "Oh, I'm sure he does. Anyone who knows how to make cheese is basically a God. He's omnipotent. We're going to make millions!"
D couldn't agree with me more. And with that, we turned a simple idea into a rough draft of a business plan.
D, Andrea and I are meeting our new partner at Artisanal this coming Tuesday. You know - to tell him about his new business. I'm sure he'll be just as excited as we are to get started.
*If you have any desire to understand what the hell I'm talking about in this post, you really need to read the link I provided above. It's short and funny, I promise.