Today was, in the grand scheme of things, a pretty normal day. I wish it had been special, but that requires me to also treat myself specially, and that's not something I'm particularly good at. For example, I have a gift certificate to Bliss Spa here in LA (and NY, but hey, who's checking?). I can't bring myself to use it. It's FREE for me, goddammit, but I can't do it. I need to, but I can't, because it seems so frivolous to me. I'd pay out of pocket for a massage before I'd use the gift certificate, because the spa is so damned overpriced it feels unnatural. So before I spend $0 on a $120 massage, I'll spend $45 on a, well, $45 massage. Make sense? Yeah, didn't think so. I'm sure someone else with a non-sensical sense of neurosis will understand that.
I woke up, puttered, and headed to my Mom's for the afternoon. I printed, and now I'm doing what looks to be a total of 10-15 hours of slooooow tedious bookkeeping for her calligraphy society. It's pretty painful work, all things considered, but I don't actually mind that much, aside from the mind-numbing. After all, she's shelling out a LOT of money on me this year. My surgeries, my bills. I can't exactly complain. But lemme tell you -- this is bo-ring work. But I'll do it with a smile because I'm beyond grateful.
We went to lunch at a place called "Axe" on Abbot Kinney in Venice. Adorable area, I totally love it. The food? I'll give it a C. A very chi-chi organic place, but it just wasn't very good. The organic brownie pudding? That's a friggin' gold star A+. It's in my Mom's fridge, where it absorbed all the warm milk that was surrounding it, and now it's fudge. I eat it very sparingly, so it doesn't knock me out quite like the current dilemma that is frozen yogurt. Motherfucker.
So, lunch with my Mom, and dinner was with my Dad. We went to a different organic-y natural place. I had lamb cheeks for $10.50. Can we say steal? Totally happy with that. Dad, not so much, because his vegan wasn't that filling because it didn't have a solid (read: tofu) protein. But I'm definitely returning, as the prices are right and delicious. Then we had the now oft-mention frozen yogurt, complete with puking in the bushes by the National Charity League. Sorry guys.
So now I'm home. I've had multitudes of birthday wishes (oh, Facebook. You make me feel loved), and today I got a pretty good present. Let me explain.
Last year, early August, I learned the hard way that Xanax and alcohol don't mix. I got into a bit of trouble with security at a club, and, well, that's enough for this blog. Definitely a night I won't forget, considering I don't remember much. Anyhow, I'd left my ring at this girl Heather's house. She finally returned it and I got it in the mail today. Took almost a fucking YEAR of nagging, but to get it in the mail today was fantastic. It's a bit big, I'll have to get it reduced in size, but I'm wearing it anyway.
It's good to wear it again. Maybe it will help me remember where I've come from. Not that I'll ever forget, but I can use the reminder when I'm suicidal over eating 3 extra crackers over a perfect 1 oz.
24 years. Next year will be special. Because for a very long while, I wasn't sure I'd make it to 25, and neither were some other people. But now, I figure I'll at least make it to 30. Or 90. Definitely 90. It'll take me that long to pay off college.
Time to let the sugar metabolize out of my system. Happy Birthday, me.
Well, it's late now but happy-late-birthday! Frozen yogurt is amazing. I have to stay the hell away from the ben & jerry's brownie FroYo whenever I go towards that end of the grocery store. shit's just evil.
ReplyDeleteBliss...we don't have those here, but Sephora sells their products and they are *so* expensive! I can imagine that they must like...rub you with pure gold and diamonds if you get a massage there. Heh.
And that ring is really pretty! I am a sucker for pretty rings.