I really wanted a pampered day for Mother's day, only I wanted to do it on Saturday, and not the one before since everything would be packed.
However, the food poisoning from Thursday (that blog is in the works and will be posted as another segment of NYC Latin Style) left me tired and run down. Once I got home Friday I slept and the next thing I knew it was almost 1pm Saturday. I lost the morning and most of my intended to do.
Worse yet I had to force myself to get ready and at 6pm I decided to just get a manicure at the mall and visit my favorite spot, Ruby Tuesday. Mango Mojito and my favorite meal would do just fine.
For quite a few years I have been going to same place for my nails and pedicure. Through my many moves that took me further away, I would end up going back so they could fix the mess a local shop made.
I walked in, I never make an appointment, they are usually fast so if I have to wait, it won't be a long wait. The woman that normally does my nails smiled and I told her I would wait, she was tending to a customer. The owner however sent me to a table where a new nail technician sat. A thin man with fear in his eyes. I told him want I wanted and sat through the process.
TWO HOURS LATER, I see that my nails are uneven and he is just taking so long, I lost the feeling to my ass. I take deep breaths reminding myself that new workers need time, experience and patience. Patience from customers. The owner knew if I was unhappy I would say something, more so, he knew that I would tell the technician myself. Which I did in low tones, nothing worse then embarrassing a new person.
He did a good job, I've had better, I've had worse. Now it's 8pm and I had also asked for a 30 minute massage. The woman that does the 'spa' side is actually pretty darn good with massages.
She was supposed to leave a half hour before but waiting on me and I was waiting on the new tech to stop bonding with my hands.
Thirty minutes later I was energized, the soreness to my shoulders gone and my stomach was reminding me I had not eaten all day.
I walk out of the spa and into the mall corridor to see stores shutting the lights, I check the time 9:28 pm.
Now what? I'm not eating dinner that late, I'm not having a drink since that would mean immediately driving. Even with one drink, I like a couple of hours to lag before getting into a car.
Basically, I was all energetic, feeling great and nowhere to go. I felt the pout growing by the second. I know had some choice words for that new technician.
I drove home and poured myself a glass of wine, I splattered some jam on bread and I turned on the TV. If it weren't for the fact that my shoulders for the first time in over a week, felt so good..... I would have gotten totally depressed.
It's Saturday, not even 10:30 pm, the week before Mother's day and the best I could come up with was going to bed early. I won't even venture out next week.
At least I have really nice looking nails and a stronger back........ that's the bright side....... right?