Went and wasted me some dollars last night, and enjoyed it too. They let us out of
class around 11, and I (and I think most of the other locals) decided not to head
into work. I did, of course, check my work email when I got home like a good
little employee. Um, I think I did.
So I ran a bunch of errands,
traded my broken boots in for a pair that were similar but come up to the knee,
which I hope I won't regret -- I do wear them with pants, but they're made out of
stretch stuff and are tight to my enormous stud-muffaletta calves (ahem). Then I
stopped in at a local day spa to check out their survices, and cased the local
AT&T place, because my biggish and non-studly cell phone is driving me crazy as is
my prepaid calling plan. I use the plan so rarely I'm lways finding my minutes are
about to expire. However, I've been using it only due to being in class. It
doesn't drive me nuts at all when I don't use it, so I decided to wait another
month and see if I still want to change to a regular plan. If I do, though, I
could get an internet connection, which I expect mostly to use as something to
play with while waiting in line. Or checking my email while in class, if I'm ever
in training much again.
Then I dropped my old boots oand a pair of
Rudder's shoes off at the cobbler. I think I'm the only person who says "cobbler"
anymore -- now they're all called "shoe repair shops". Then I went to he library
and luxuriated in having plenty of time to spend there, and plenty of time in the
near future to read any books I might get. I'll also be spending about 3 hours a
day listening to audiobooks, between erging and commuting, so needed to replenish
those.
And then....ah, bliss. After a couple of hours at home,
I went back to the day spa for a massage. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I opted to try the hot
rocks massage -- not only do they set the rocks on various body parts to impart
heat, they actually use them for massaging. These rocks are hot, about the
temperature of a hot tub, so it feels like tongues of flame moving along your arms
and legs. The table was incredibly comfortable, because they'd added a layer of
eggcrate foam, plus a heated blanket under me. It did get a bit warm by the end.
The only drawback is that it uses lighter pressure than other forms of massage. I
would recommend the hot rock massage for pure relaxation ad destressing, but
because I've always got tight muscles, I think I will opt for Swedish next
time.
I got to the spa a little early, so I wasted time in the nearby
stores. There was one home accessories place, with tchotches all over the place,
and a clothing store of the type I think of as diva clothes, complete with a
manager who calls every customer darling and gets very excited at tight-fitting
clothes. I thinks she takes her own styling cues from some designer, but I'm not
sure which one. The store carries some Versace, but she's definitely not doing
Donatella's looks -- not enough hair or cleavage. I found some clothing I liked,
but asked them to hold it while I went for the massage because it was getting
late. Went back after and did decide to buy all of it, partly against better
judgement. There was a hot pink crinkled silky top with a mandarin collar and
matching flowered chiffon skirt, pink on ivory.I might wear the top under a
sweater; or the skirt with a sweater; I won't wear the set together for 6 months,
but it was half-price and will be wonderful for work then. Thee was a vanilla
ribbed turtleneck that I expect to get a ton of wear from in the next few months,
and a pair of very-low-waited, denim-belted jeans that I will rarely wear, but
that I bought because, frankly, they make my ass look incredible. Unfortunately,
they make it look a little too good for work, though I might be able to wear them
there with a long top. Though I suppose that defeats the whole purpose. I need to
go to parties more.
Today I am thankful for: having enough
money that I can waste some. I really need to donate more to charities, though.