I am thrilled to announce my very first Tête-à-tête Thursday, when I will host and then post a little friendly Bourbonista banter with some of the coolest characters in the blogosphere and beyond. This week’s guest is Holly Houston, 15-year Family Court lawyer, GLOW Co-founder, Holly on the Go columnist (HOTG) for NFocus Mag., Leadership Lou Connector, & glam girl about town.
The Bourbonista: First question, if you were a circus performer, what would you be and why?
Holly: Trapeze artist. Something I have always wanted to do! I love heights. I love to swing. My balance is superb (depending upon the amount of caffeine in my body at any given time my grip maybe sketchy). Tasks that require unbelievable focus are a wonderful way to get my Zen on and probably help me stay sane. I mean who doesn’t want to fly? The challenge for me would be the partner acrobatics and timing when to let go. Always so tricky. My motto is the higher the better! What good is it to stay on the ground? To the moon Alice!
The Bourbonista: I fear caffeine is not the culprit when I lose my balance. Moving on, what would you do if you won the lottery?
Holly: Pee in my pants. Call my parents. Call my favorite financial advisor.
Tell my credit card company with the draconian interest rate to go eff itself. Fix my car(s). Put that toilet in upstairs that’s been sitting in my room for maybe a year now. Pay my law school loan. Go to Wanderlust Festival and Cannes Film Festival and TED. Go to Barney’s. Fund my Lawyers Within Borders non profit and take it around the country to prepare for disaster relief area lawyers would help manage through the local bar association and the Red Cross. Start my own publication. Give all the nonprofits I love whatever chunk my advisor and I agree is helpful and reasonable on a sustainable basis. Landscape my yard with a water element. Hire my friends to redo my house. Buy an elliptical. Send my parents wherever they want to go. Adopt several kids and send them to the best schools I could find. Start a school or an orphanage where it’s needed most and research shows will do the most good in the universe. Buy some meetings with folks to whom I don’t have access without cash. Travel literally around the world. Run for Congress. Feed kids.
The Bourbonista: I’d buy an island and then adopt animals and artists and we’d all live in harmony. It’s be my own version of AA. So, if you were on death row…don’t act like you don’t know who you killed to get there…what would be your last supper?
Holly: The prosecutor who put me there. With a nice Chianti.
The Bourbonista: I like the way you think…and drink. Time to get deep…if you could write a short “Thank You” letter to your future self for all the cool shit you’ve done twenty years from now, what would it say?
Holly: First. I want to thank you for letting me be myself. Thank you for keeping me healthy, taking that calcium, lifting weights, kick boxing, and continuing yoga and core work so that I could take full advantage of that unbelievable trek to Bali. Thanks for taking your makeup off every night and using retin-a even though you hate it. For staying faithful and claiming abundance when it seemed the time and funding would never materialize for lawyers within borders that allowed you to travel across the country and bring some nobility back to the practice of law in the land of public opinion. For having the courage to pull up stakes and witness firsthand the plight of women and girls to enable you to help draft legislation for the United Nations Proclamation on the Rights of Women recognizing women’s and girls’ rights to be free from slavery and abuse, to govern their own bodies, to be free from mutilation, to read and write, to be educated, to attend school, to assemble, to vote, to own property and to earn a wage equal to men and to prosecute war crimes against them and for building in economic sanctions against any country who violates their rights. Thanks, too, for adopting that sweet baby at the shelter without whom you knew you couldn’t leave once you saw that tail wag and heard that little woof. Thanks for not listening to the critics who say you try to do too much and should just pick one thing. And for finally taking the time to let somebody love you.
The Bourbonista: And, lastly, if you were a booze, which booze would you be and who would you want to drink you?
Holly: Tequila. Hands down. For the sheer reason that it makes most people crazy and there’s nothing funnier than watching some people lose their minds. Always makes for great after party gossip, too. “Oh dear God did you see what she did?” She ripped her bra off and tried to wear it around her head. And then fell and ripped her dress the boutique loaned her.” Tequila drinking connotes fun togetherness as opposed to the lonely alcoholic’s vodka hidden in toilet tanks. Tequila drinking is a contact sport. To wit, the lime squeeze and the salt licking, taking turns at the blender for margaritas, picking who gets the honor of eating the worm.
Plus it reminds me of Urban Cowboy and mean old Wes pulling Sissy by the hair to pick up the carton of cigarettes she threw at him in the trailer. It’s nice to have a clear villain and hero in this world. You knew Wes was gonna get his ass kicked later when he ate that worm. And that although Sissy was as sweet as she could be, whatever Pam was doing in her life was the better choice. Oh and I’m still waiting for my real cowboy and lookin’ for love in all the wrong places.
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