“Typing” blog posts on an iTouch is tedious.
I’m celebrating my sister’s birthday with her this week by doing all sorts of new things.
I had my eyebrows threaded. I think it pinched more than waxing. They say it’ll last longer. Since I have fair eyebrows, I only do it a few times a year anyway. Maybe I won’t look as wild the next time I think of shaping them.
I had eyelash extensions done. I looked like a trollop. They were supposed to last up to three weeks, but they were off the next morning. The adhesive was irritating my eyes, so I rubbed them, which loosened the lashes (and got more adhesive in my eyes, making me rub them more). I think they might have been nice if I was going out and was all dolled up, but I just don’t think I can pull off heavy makeup.
I took a zumba class. It’s like aerobics to salsa music. It’s fun, and I would go again with my sister or a friend, but on my own, I prefer the solitude of running. I can see why the classes are popular: it’s great motivation if people know you and expect to see you, or if you pay for a class and you don’t like wasting your money. If you’ve never done it and think you want to try it, I will warn you there’s a learning curve. Expect that it will be 3 or 4 classes before you get the hang of it. I was very happy I was in a back corner, out of the way.
I went to a yoga class. It made my arms sore. I think I need to incorporate more stretching into my weekly exercise routine. I did not worship any false gods while at this class.
I went to a Pilates class. My sister is a YMCA groupie. This class was fine, too. I didn’t mind going, but I don’t see me doing it on my own. At least not at this point in my life.
I had a pedicure. This is not a new experience, but what is new is that I was very very careful with my toesies for a full two hours, so my polish is still mainly intact.
I had tinsel put in my hair. Have you seen this fad? It’s cute. It’s inexpensive. It’s temporary. It’s instantly reversible.
I had baklava as birthday cake. What the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets.
Tomorrow we go to my parents’ house. The kids will hang out with my dad while my sister and I go and play bunco with my mom as part of a church fundraiser. I have played bunco before, but not before noon, which I suspect means there will be no alcohol served, making the event, likely, a bit less rowdy than other bunco events I have attended. Mom promises great prizes, though, and she made potato salad for the luncheon, so I don’t think I’ll miss the adult beverages.
Plus I have a husband at home waiting for me. After all that exercising and late nights watching Downton Abbey with my sister, a single glass of wine at lunch would have me pulling off the road for a nap long before the Georgia state line.