Ah. The Saturday of a long weekend. There is nothing that feels freer. (except being unemployed and not knowing that it IS a long weekend). And what a day here in Vancouver. Cold, but the skies were clear and the sun was shining. Perfect day to hit the streets with tea and sunglasses and walk the length of downtown. I stopped into a Starbucks – one of the hundreds – and had myself a free tea thanks to a giftcard. Yum.Now, in the interest of full disclosure. I got lost walking form Gastown to Yaletown. I did. It’s true. It’s a long story, but I was responding to emails and answering my phone etc while I was walking and not truly paying attention. And, when I attempted to get myself sorted out, I had the misfortune of using maps on my iPhone. The app thought it would be helpful to keep turning the map based on the direction I was headed, but really, all I wanted was to know which was south. As I knew how to walk that direction. So, yep, that was me, with several false starts meandering around “almost Yaletown” staring at my phone. From here on out it is using my brain to get somewhere!
Only three weeks ago, I told of my first gelish polish experience and despite my nails’ insistence continuing to grow and creating a gap it was time to go back and do it again.
I got a pedicure and a manicure. The experience of sitting in a massage chair while one technician works on your feet and someone else does your hands should not be missed by anyone. It feels. . . deserved. Expensive. Hollywood!
And as I watched, a long nail technician free hand painted my french nail polish. Free hand and quickly! I was amazed:
I walked home and stopped in Pacific Center, because with these nails I truly fit in with the downtown shopping crowd. Nevermind I was wearing Sketchers and a yoga jacket. But I fixed that, spending way to much on boots (GLO-RE-US!), and getting a great deal on a rain coat that doesn’t have a hood. I bought some woman’s cord skinny pants at the The Gap, and “Ethan” who rang them through told me they were his favorite pants (he was wearing them). Hmmm. I double checked when I got out of the store. They say “women’s” on them.. . . I am so disconnected with youth these days. We used to wear the boys pants.
After a complete day of gym, nails, shopping and planning dinner with friends, I strolled home with my arms laden feeling pampered and satisfied. This must be what is it like to be on the D-List (A- Listers don’t walk, work out in the gym alone, make their own dinner plans or carry their own packages). Nor do they answer work emails while standing in the middle of The Bay. Or go to The Bay for that matter.
November 10th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: