Many of you know I once upon a time sold Partylite candles. Some of you know I recently returned to the candle selling business after I realized that I really hate working in an office and I really love selling candles to women who are happy to be drinking wine on a weeknight.
I have shared some of my hilarious mishaps in the past here on this blog and at my parties. It seems that, while in the office I'm not funny at all, when I'm out in front of people extolling the joys of scented fire, I'm hilarious. Most of the time people like to laugh at me as I trip, make mistakes, break stuff, and sometimes set a household pet on fire.
|So pretty...so peaceful...so full of|
ways I can be funny.
Until last night.
Last night I was doing a party at my friend Dinah's. (remember, I never use real names) Dinah's parties tend to be a little wild because 1) most of her family members come and they are a riot and 2) Dinah's work friends and neighbors are also ridiculously hilarious. It's usually a wild, loud couple of hours and I love it.
Last night Dinah introduced me to her friends Darla and Kiki. Darla and Kiki sat in the corner of the room right next to my display. Darla and Kiki were also drinking what turned out to be very strong chocolate wine.
Throughout my presentation, Darla, being the person on the end of the row, would put whatever item I was sending around the room back on my display. I got to the point where I trusted that Darla would just get stuff back to where it was supposed to be without mishap.
I should not have trusted her that far.
|Do we really need to put a warning |
label on these?
You can see where this is going. I walked the candle around the room, holding it close to each person, close enough that they could hear the wick above the din in the room, but not so close as they would...you know...set themselves on fire.
I held the candle to Kiki's ear, and then handed the candles, as I had done with everything else that evening, to Darla. I then turned and was about to answer a question when I heard Kiki shriek, and laugh. I turned to see Kiki whacking Darla in the head.
Darla's hair was on fire.
|Does NOT make middle aged|
to fire. Only makes them
think they are.
|It's not a Partylite party until someone is|
Folks, I've worked with candles and fire for a long time. I've done a lot of things to my fingers with a curling iron. But I cannot recall EVER burning my fingernails. This is a woman who needs to be selling things that are on fire. She NEEDS to be on my team!
She did make the suggestion to Kiki that instead of smacking her in the head, she should have put out the flames by pouring the wine on her hair.
I don't know about the rest of the guests, but I saw two problems with that suggestion. 1) Kiki's glass was empty, as was Darla's. (Who could blame them? Chocolate wine? YUM!) 2) Doesn't wine contain alcohol...and isn't alcohol, you know, FLAMMABLE?
|Dinah should keep plenty on |
hand...in case of fire.
I don't see that happening too soon. Burned hair won't be pushing "Black Raspberry" out of the PLG lineup any time soon.
Would you like to have me do a Partylite party for you and your friends sometime? Maybe I'll set your pet on fire...maybe one of your guests will burst into flames. I can promise you a fun time and lots of free gifts and candles. Check it out