Today was the exception. I was hellbent on having a "girls" day of sorts with my friend Amanda (one of the other "wives" here that's leaving in a few months, which makes me very cross because she's fantastic) and that we did. Most of our day was spent in retail heaven. We scored great gifts for friends, had coffee, great food, lots of laughs and normal conversation. It was necessary.
Then we went to the nail salon/massage parlor and things got a little nuts.
There was a shitload of giggling going on while we were getting our nails painted and we figured it had something to do with this woman that had just gotten tattooed eyeliner done. Yeah. We were right. Apparently she wanted eyelash extensions but that was lost in translation. Instead she got eyeliner tattooed to her face. She was yelling "pain..pain!" but the woman doing the tattooing had no idea. So she continued and sure enough. This lady was left with permanent eyeliner and short eyelashes. Ooops.
Once the smoke cleared, we started talking about something, and I was singing the "Misfits" song from "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." Suddenly laughing was no longer permitted and we were SHUSHED. WELL!!
And oh yeah, while we were in Starbucks, the cashier told me he loved me. Whatevs. Maybe that means something else here. Like "free coffee", WHICH I DID NOT GET.