bros and toes

Wow...I have had a really great day. I didn't know if it would be, cuz I had the trifecta of shitass chores. I had to go to the post office to mail packages, which on the Friday before Mother's Day is usually a nightmare, it wasn't. I had to go get an estimate to fix my car...yes, ANOTHER accident, luckily this time it wasn't bad or my fault (I got rear-ended)...and instead of taking FOREVER, like I imagined when I came into the dealership armed with a new library book and large coffee, it took like 10 minutes. Last, the cell phone store to get a new plan...UCK, usually those places are a few hours minimum and a major hassle, nope...in and out of there in like 30 minutes. I didn't know what to do with myself after that cuz I planned on the three of them taking all day and was done before lunch.

I decided, with all my extra time, to treat myself for Mother's Day and went and got a pedi. After that, the bookstore, where I bought two new books and another coffee, and I sat outside (it was a BE-A-U-tiful day) reading for an hour. While at the bookstore I caught a glimpse of a sign advertising a free concert and after picking up the Pea we packed a cooler, grabbed a few lawn chairs, and headed to it. Great band, great time, ran into a bunch a people I haven't seen in ages, and just overall, a fabulous time. I am giddy right now, I feel so lucky to have had such a good day.

Ok, so one funny thing did happen today, which made me remember an old post, so I am gonna re-run it after I explain. I walked into the nail place to get my toes done and the only patrons were two guys, manly men, one about my age, the other older, sitting in the pedi chairs. I signed in, turned around after seeing they had the same name (turns out they were father and son) and said "Tell me this is a dare" (please god, cuz otherwise I am in an alternate universe and I don't know how I got here)...well NO, actually the young guy did get a pedi last week on a dare, but liked it so much (I suspect the pretty little Asian girls with the big boobies giving the pedis had something to do with it) he talked dear old dad into getting one today and the two of them are going to the races (that's right NASCAR) this weekend and wanted to get checkered flags on their toes, just to f*ck with all the other guys they are meeting there. Dad chickened out, went sans polish, but the other guy walked out with a checkered flag on each big toe and alternating black and white on the others...I see a pummeling in his future, but I got a good laugh, and the fact that he can go off for a "guys weekend" knowing full well he is gonna take some major ribbing means he must not take himself too seriously, which I think is pretty damn cool.


Hey dad, next time you are down here, wanna go get our toes done?


Monday, February 16, 2009

dead presidents

Happy...what holiday is it? Why am I at home getting paid? Who the hell cares, I'm at home and getting paid! Ok, so it's President's day, a day to celebrate the births of a couple of the founding fathers of this great country we live in...yay. Whatever...I know that sounds terrible, especially coming from someone who spent four years in college studying, of all things, History, and who is a card carrying member of the DAR (did I just admit that? OMG) but I really couldn't care less. When I was younger I would devour reference books, encyclopedias, historical novels...I prided myself on my vast knowledge of all things historical, political, and economic. I would jump into any discussion, no matter how heated, just to impart my wisdom. Now, of course, I realize; I have no real wisdom, and the more I learn the less smart I feel. I no longer will jump into any conversation, especially if it is heated, and/or concerns politics, and I am no longer the girl with the furrowed brow and much to say...I am now the girl with the happy smile, a martini, and a hair flip. I have a mean hair flip, I can out flip a Playboy bunny...but that's beside the point.

So where the hell was I? (hair flip, sip of vodka...kidding)

Ok, so, because of the holiday I was able to hang with the Pea this morning before taking her to school, take my time getting ready, and spend a good hour in a DD sipping coffee and reading a book before heading off to see Mimi. While I was sitting there drinking my coffee and reading, I couldn't help but notice two men, about my dad's age, engaged in a fairly heated discussion. I have no idea if it was about politics or not, and neither were flipping their hair, but I got a chuckle because it made me remember my conversation with Smash last night, and sorry Dad, but I have to share.

Smash: "Yeah, so guess what? Dad has a bromance goin' on."
me: "Ha, no way! Dad? Nooooo"
Smash: "Yes, he has a new best friend he hasn't stopped talking about, they have lattes together and talk, we are teasing him mercilessly, hee hee...just saying bromance makes him get all red in the face."
me: "OMG, that's hilarious, do they get pedicures too?"
Smash: (Dad! you been getting pedis? K wants to know) "He just threw his beer bottle at me."

Ok, so NO, my dad didn't throw his beer bottle at my sister (it was a can) and of course my dad hasn't suddenly switched sides, but why is it that even us "evolved" girls can't let a man have a friend without much teasing. I mean, hell we girls will sit and chat for hours, drinking coffee, being silly, we get pedis and call each other honey, and hug and cry, and never think twice about it. Do we just like the word bromance and get satisfaction in making a grown man blush? I dunno, not exactly a big life issue or something that needs heated discussion about, but something to ponder.

So to Dad, and hell, all guys out there, I say go for it..go have coffee with your bros, talk about dead presidents (and by that I mean feelings, of course), whatever...and then, just for good measure, get your toes done and hug...don't worry, I won't tell.