Operation Bethenny

When it comes to water cooler fodder, Bethenny Frankel has sucked up more time at work then I should probably admit on the internet. Everyone (who is female) in my office loves her.  But who doesn't these days? As I can shamefully proudly proclaim that I have watched EVERY EPISODE from EVERY Housewives franchise (minus a few from the early OC days...), I can speak with authority on the subject that Bethenny is easily the best one.  Plus, her Skinny Girl cocktail is to thank for why I am five pounds lighter then I should be due to my current adult beverage consumption.  

Que Monday morning, when I completely outed myself for being on Facebook at work when I shrieked from my office "BETHENNY FRANKEL IS COMING TO DALLAS!"  My coworker quickly ran into my office where we absorbed the details: bottle signing, various liquor stores in the Dallas metro area, Friday during the work day.

We let out a collective groan.  How were we going to see her?  That's where we devised Operation Bethenny, the details of which are, obviously, still classified.

On the day of the signing we executed our mission perfectly with one minor hiccup.  Even though we got there over an hour early, we did not get one of the coveted 100 wristbands that guaranteed you to get in.  Standing outside, rain clouds looming overhead, we decided we would wait regardless. Assured that she would sign as many bottle as we bought, we stocked up on a bunch of Skinny Girl and waited passionately in line.

Bethenny arrived early (awesome) and started ahead of schedule.  My one complaint was that when we got inside the store we were informed she would only sign one item.  This isn't really her fault, rather, it was the liquor stores evil plot to get us to buy more bottles.  I decided I would rather she signed the book because I didn't know that the bottle would survive in a moment of weakness.

I got to the front of the line within 20 minutes, which is pretty impressive as I was about 200th in line.  I quickly realized the the short wait was because you got approximately 5 seconds with Bethenny and a professional took your picture.  I didn't mind though, I would rather everybody in line get through as opposed to some people being turned away.

When I go to signings, and I have been to my fair share, I have a bad habit of saying something stupid when I get to the front of the line no matter how much I have thought about what I am going to say.  Bethenny was no different.  I just yammered on and on, and ended with "Big fan."

BIG FAN? Dear God.

I was even more horrified when I found my picture AND I WAS STILL TALKING WHILE THEY WERE TAKING THE PICTURE.

Not to mention I was the only person in line in a suit. Oh well, it was still fun and I get to add Bethenny's book to my shelf of autographs.  Sadly, no sighting of Julie, Jason, or Baby Bryn.

Now I am off to enjoy a cocktail, since I bought 100 bottles for all my friends/coworkers.  However, putting all these bottles to good use is a plight I am sure I can handle.