Friday afternoon I received a text from the young'un wanting to know if I wanted to have company that night. I said sure, and he came over around 7:30 or so. Mind you, this was as the hounds from hell were whirling up that wicked thunderstorm we had on Friday. We hung out in the house until it appeared the worst was over, then we went out to Steak and Shake. He was hungry, I was not, it was fine. He's a good egg, just not long term material.
On Saturday morning I had an early morning hair appointment with Evolution (beautiful hair, babe, thank you again), then a wax at 12:30. The hair appointment went spectacularly well and I looked positively ravishing as I left the salon (in the torrential rain, thank God for umbrellas). Went home, had some lunch, then off to another place for my wax. As I sat there and waited, I was thinking that it had been a hard week and that I needed some relaxing time. I asked what else was available after my wax and was told that my girl, Carrie, was free the rest of the afternoon after me. So I elected to add a facial and body scrub/massage to the menu of goodies.
OMG, I am in heaven. The waxing was, as expected, unpleasant, but following that up with a facial and scrub/massage --- unbelievable kids. It was spectacular. I was like jello after it was done. I was limp. I think I fell asleep on the table a couple of times. I know I woke with a start more than once.
So by then it was 3:50 and I supposedly had a date at 4. (oopsie) So when I got back home (a short drive), I texted him and emailed him, asking him if we could meet at 4:30 instead. He replied back that it was fine, and asked to meet at 4:45. Bonus!!
The Fed (so named b/c he works for the federal government) and I met at 4:45 at the Moon Dog Tavern, which is located within a couple of miles of my house. I've been in there a few times, it is a friendly and pleasant place and the waitstaff are lovely.
We hit it off big time. Laughing, joking ... oh so much fun. It was a lovely night, albeit a long one.
This morning came all too soon and all too bright.
A1 had some surgery on Friday, so CCM and I had arranged to visit her at 8 (!) a.m. today, as she was to get discharged this morning. It was a nice visit but I felt like crapola as I: had not showered; had a woozy stomach and disliked the light.
I came home after our visit and read the paper, then crashed in bed for awhile. It is a nice day for a nap since it is about 110 and humid out there. Ugh.
Tonight, dinner with Sister and Boy Wonder.
Shout outs to A1 for her courage; A2 (A1's roommate) for being a great friend and nurse; to Jay for his failed raccoon hunt (hope it goes better!). Be well, good people, be well.
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