My relaxing day off today, in a nutshell the size of Manhattan.
Early this morning, I went to Wedge, because Whole Foods wasn’t open yet. I’m not ready to accept that the rest of the world doesn’t necessarily run on my 24-hour schedule. I went to the doctor for my yearly physical. I can think of only one other person in the world (and you know who you are, Patrikios) who would be thrilled to have a really low resting heart rate, but I was pretty damn happy about it. Also, requesting an HIV test instantly turns you from a normal, healthy patient into something worthy of quarantine and a call to the CDC. Whatever. I went to Target. And, you know, bought some stuff. The guy at the register asked me if I wanted to save 10% and apply for a Target Visa, just like every Target cashier has been asking me since the beginning of recorded time. I said no thanks. He replied, “I have to say that, you know.” I know, dude. I’m sorry. I went to pick up Heather at work. Pulling into the parking lot, my coffee managed to end up upside-down in the passenger seat. I’m not sure how that happened, since I have been transporting coffee in my vehicle since, well, the beginning of recorded time, and that has never happened before. Luckily, all my favorite possessions were in the seat waiting to soak up the spill. We went to lunch at French Meadow. The people there were alarmingly boring, which is completely out of keeping with the usual trend, and therefore even more disappointing. I walked around my lake. It was too cold for that to be a smart choice, but the sun was out and black clothes made it possible. It seems that the exercise-walkers aren’t out much yet, just the more utilitarian dog-walkers. Also, I want to add to my discovery of last summer: under normal conditions, I walk 4mph. When I’m angry, I walk 4.5mph. When I’m freezing, I walk 5mph. Awesome. I got coffee. Note to Mr.-Trying-Too-Hard: You’re trying too hard. I went to another appointment, which I will tell you about in private, if you like. I went to the Y. Did you know that the key to a good workout is to exercise beforehand? That’s right! So, the Y has a new challenge program for the summer (based on past experience, Y challenges involve giving them $7, working out a lot, and getting a prize, so I cannot resist). The prize for this one is superawesome: there’s a nice workout bag, some Y swag, two extra guest passes, and a certificate for a free personal training session. Luckily, I have recently met a very very friendly and cute personal trainer there. I see this as a win-win. I came home, cleaned up, changed, and ran back out again to my massage appointment at Juut. I was sitting in the lobby when Owen ran up, looking alarmed. He asked me if I was there to see him for a haircut, because he didn’t know about it. I told him I just go there to sit in the waiting room and knit. He seemed fine with that. As for my massage, my upper back is always tense, and every time she hits this spot right in between my shoulder blades, I almost cry. It’s weird. I’m pretty sure all my emotions are stored right there, and she’s letting them out all at once. It’s cathartic. Also, I’m not used to having relaxed shoulders, so I’m back in the three-day slouch. And feeling particularly calm. We went to dinner at Psycho Suzi’s Motor Lounge. I won’t repeat what I already wrote about it on fon-jrnl, but it was cool. And right by Elsie’s; what could possibly be bad about an evening at the tiki lounge and then some cosmic bowling? Nothing at all. Note to smarmy stockbroker-type guys: Greeting chicks with ‘Hello, ladies’ immediately disqualifies you from getting laid. As a side note, my doctor and I were discussing Suzi, the woman who owns the restaurant and also St. Sabrina’s, everyone’s favorite piercing/tattoo studio, during my breast exam. Go figure. She said she went to high school with Suzi, who was definitely not at all psycho back in the day. We came home, and Heather headed to Owen’s, where she is currently having her hair colored pink, a shade which I have been excitedly informed glows under black lights, and therefore makes cosmic bowling an even more pressing need. I got me some more coffee, then made mulligatawny soup. The secret ingredient is apples. I mean, squash. I mean, love! I’ll eat that next time I have a few moments at home. Like, maybe next month sometime. So now I’m gonna round off this very fine day off with some knitting. I rock hard. Bye now.Jenni