If feasible, sure!
It's really hard to pull up your pants without using your fingers...
Cindy, I wasn't disappointed, really. By the time I was at all interested in that sort of thing, I could go to my friends. None of mom's sisters really do makeup much, either. I doubt her mom did. Only one other cousin really uses makeup, and she's 3 months older than me. I wonder if there is something to that.
OOOH! There's an extended GA on Thanksgiving night.
Plus Ugly Betty!
So today I: ordered checks, made sure I could get more prescript food at the vets, got quarters, picked up litter, needles, and warm clothes at Target, did laundry, did my nails, arranged care for Devi and took the trash out. Indulged paranoia. Tomorrow is packing, programming the vcr , delivering keys and cleaning. Plus maybe a trip to pick up some stuff.
Whew. For me? That's a lot. Or maybe not a lot, but I'm kinda wired. I don't travel calmly.
I had a non-spa massage today, from the massage therapist krav student. Given that the "spa" massages I've been getting recently are at my gym--I'm a little hesitant to pay for someone else's jacuzzi and steam rooms, since I have them right there.
Santa Barbara was where Allyson and I had our racist experience. Not fair to tar the whole town with that brush, but it makes me laugh bitterly still. At some point at dinner I looked up and noticed that all the groups sitting near us were black (3/4) or Hispanic (1/4). There were no folk of colour outside our little room to the side.
I kinda blew it off, but Allyson was quite pissed. I just...for some reason I don't want to believe it was more than coincidence, even though I walked the entire rest of the restaurant to check. White as the eye could see.
Lee, yep. I'll email you the info for the spa? And, as a warning, by feasible, sarameg means if she can brave LA traffic.
ita, are you going to the 10:55?
I'll email you the info for the spa?
Sounds good.
And, as a warning, by feasible, sarameg means if she can brave LA traffic.
Actually, I've been IMing with Polgara, and I think she's going to pick me up on Wednesday. We may do lunch though, if you want to join us, Sarameg.
We're going to a 10 showing at The Bridge. And now *I* have to pick a restaurant because *I* mentioned food first. We're just going to drive until something tickles me fancy. that'll larn'm.
Hey, Lee knows LA! She can take care of me. It's just I can't find my ficking atlas and have no idea. I need my maps, damnit!
EDIT: AND UM, OK? Whoops, capslock. I'm agreeable and flexible and all that shit.
OK, I just tried to superglue a cut and...it's a mess. I'm a loon.