The Polymath's Good Fortune, Part Fifteen

Your intrepid Polymath resigns herself to someone else shaking her cocktail for the judges, and gets back to the business of dealing with real life. She works on some copywriting, does some consulting, writes some restaurant reviews...

Then, a small miracle.

While sitting in the La Guardia Admiral's Club during her 172nd flight delay of 2009, the phone rings. An unknown 718 area code number.

Hmmm.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Stacey? This is Gaby, over at Mionetto."

"Hi! How are you?"

"Fine, how are you?"

Curious, is how I am. "Fine. What's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know that we had another meeting, and decided that it was just silly to not have you at the judging, so we are changing the date and will be doing it on June 16th instead."

SHUT UP!!! Stay calm. "Oh, well that is just delightful, please thank everyone there for me, I'm very excited to be able to be a part of it."

"Yeah, we just thought it wouldn't be the same without you." You are darned tootin' on that, sister!

"Well I'm very grateful." I'M GONNA WIN THIS WHOLE THING!!!!

"Great, well, I'll send an e-mail with the details, but I wanted to be sure you didn't book anything else in that time!"

Yeah, right. I'll be four days back from three weeks in France, jet lagged and probably drooling on myself, underneath an enormous pile of unread mail and catalogs, and falling asleep mid-sentance. Exactly what do they think I would be scheduling myself for?

"Nope, I won't book anything else."

"Okay, then you'll hear from me soon!"

"Thanks so much, Gaby. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

That's right, bitches.

The Polymath is back in the game.

Next Time: The Polymath Takes Manhattan