09/16/2026
😂 OK, we’re all family right… long story LONG, because apparently menopause has also stolen my ability to know WHAT DAY IT IS.
So I’m minding my business when one of my favorite customers messages me: “Hey, what time are you opening today? I want to come by with one of my teacher friends around 4.”
Now, we normally don’t open until 5, but she’s one of my favorites, so of course I’m like, “Come on! I’ll open early!” 🍷
Everything is lining up perfectly. I even got my biweekly appointment to get these grays dyed moved up, so I’m feeling GOOD. Hair handled. Bar ready. I’m on top of my life. 💁🏽♀️😂
I get to The Cozy Cork, open up, and in she walks. I fix her usual Prosecco, drop a strawberry in that thang 🍓🥂, and proceed with my bartender duties like the responsible businesswoman I am.
About THREE HOURS later, I’m thinking, “Dang… the bar is REALLY slow tonight.” But hey, some nights are like that. 🤷🏽♀️
Then I walk outside…
And they’re playing CO****LE on the lawn.
Now I KNOW co****le is on TUESDAYS.
And I KNOW today is WEDNESDAY.
Because WE’RE CLOSED ON TUESDAYS.
So now I’m standing there confused, wondering why they moved co****le from Tuesday to Wednesday. 🤔
I pull out my phone.
Look at the calendar.
Y’ALL.
IT’S TUESDAY. 😭😭😭😭
I OPENED THE WHOLE DAMN W**E BAR ON MY DAY OFF. 😂😂😂
Menopause has officially put me in a chokehold. I surrender. 🏳️ I don’t know what day it is, where I’m supposed to be, or why I walked into the room—but apparently I WILL open a business if you ask nicely. 🤣
Please tell me I’m not out here suffering alone! Anybody else experiencing this menopause foolishness?!
Anyway… since I accidentally practiced being open on Tuesday, come see me for W**e Down Wednesday TOMORROW. 🍷😂
We can sit around, sip w**e, and remind each other what day it is.
MENOPAUSE IS WHIPPING MY BUTT! 😩🔥🍷
