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February 1, 2006
Or You Could Get a Pedicure
I had a long day. Up at 4, out the door at 5:45, meeting with workers and writing leaflets and calling workers and running hither and thither all day. Then to top it all off, while I was parked on the street at one of our hospitals, perfectly legally, I got a ticket, stating that my inspection was expired because it wasn't in the windshield. Well, I had gotten a brand new windshield to replace one that had cracked (life-extensionists don't drive around with broken glass pointed at them) and I had put the piece of glass with the old stickers on the seat next to me, since it would be unwise to drive around with a big piece of glass sitting on my dashboard.
I went back to the office and called my attorney, who is also my best friend. Let's call him Jefferson, Jeff for short. Not because that's his name, but because it's a triple in joke, meaning an in joke on three levels, and I'm having a big in joke day. So Jeff tells me he'll take a look at it tomorrow -- we have plans to go out for our first best friend dinner in ages -- and suggests that I can contest the thing, show up at the hearing looking cute, and get the thing dismissed. The ticket is for $100, so I'm not sitting still for it.
I still had plenty of work calls to make, but I decided to leave the office and take my call sheets home so I could do them while petting furry felines.
But I stopped at my nail salon to get my eyebrows done. And the really good, really careful guy did my eyebrows. He always takes forever, and he's really, really good. Reminds me of someone else I know... but that's a matter that certainly need not detain us here. Anyhow, while I was getting my eyebrows done, it ocurred to me that now might be a great time for a pedicure.
I've blogged before about how life-extensionists should get pedicures. What's the point of living if you have bad feet? I like to keep my toes nicely filed, oiled, cuticles pushed back, and polished. Soft feet are nice when you sleep with someone else -- no one wants to get cut up by callouses. And getting a pedicure is so relaxing. Especially when this guy does it, because he has extraordinarily strong hands, and he gives the best foot massage ever. I recalled a dear reader's note today urging me to take some time off and not work too hard... I remembered my railing on about how I now take care of myself... I pondered the possibility of having to take my shoes off at an event this weekend... I got a pedicure.
Oh it was so good. My toes are now a metallic neutral color, and I am so relaxed I feel drugged out. That guy can give an incredible foot massage. He also gave me a shoulder massage while my toenail polish dried. MR will be happier not knowing how huge a tip I gave him, but he gave me $5 off the total price of the pedicure/eyebrow wax. It was so worth it. When I have my Orange at home to take out the trash, make my dinner when I'm running late, rub my shoulders and otherwise relax me, I might not be in such desperate need of a pedicure. But today, it was so, so called for.
Made me think for a minute of all the unhealthy things we sometimes do to relax. Drinking too much, eating too much, having sex with the wrong people, attempting to pet large wild cats... all ways to unwind that are dangerous at best. Getting a pedicure -- pretty darned healthy.
Going out for dinner with my best friend... also pretty darned healthy. My best friend is a lot like the older brother I never had but always agitated for. Problem is, once you're born, it's generally too late to have an older sibling. My father got married and procurred for me an older step-brother; my mother adopted several boy cats. But it's not the same. My best friend always assures me that any man would have to be dead, insane or gay to not be madly in love with me. Sometimes a girl needs reassurance. He used to be a genius at decoding the behavior of the men in my life, but MR sometimes leaves him stumped because they are such opposites. However, he sees how happy MR makes me and is therefore thrilled that he is here and in my life. He even at one point offered to take MR to Whole Foods once a week if he would only move here so I would stop whining about how much I missed him.
We're going to the Cresheim Cottage Cafe, my favorite near by restaurant, and I'm going to have a very light day in preparation. I'm thinking: half cup of eggwhites with normal serving of flax oil, and 50 g kale with normal serving yogurt. That's a very light day, but we're getting dinner at 5, so I want to be hungry and to have saved tons of calories. Online menu readers, have at!
Posted by april at February 1, 2006 7:26 PM
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That's easy... The roasted beet salad (maybe to share?) and the stuffed peppers, hold the polenta and the fries. I would also go for the salmon but you don't like it. Some chinese beans on the side maybe?
And you can't have any wine! Because I can't have any and I'll be really really jealous :)
Posted by: zeynep at February 2, 2006 2:05 PM
I agree wholeheartedly with zeynep about the starter. Can't "beet" that choice! I, personally would have the duck breast for the entree. My mouth is watering as I write....
Posted by: Sam at February 3, 2006 9:37 AM
Hey your from Philly? me too!
Posted by: Kim at February 12, 2006 8:42 PM