I finally had an entire day off! Hotter and I slept in, and then ran around all over town buying things. I bought myself a new pair of Danskos for work (it took me less than seven months to destroy my first pair utterly; considering that I worked an average of sixty hours per week during those eight months I figure it's not really Dansko's fault), and a nice pair of slip-resistant black New Balance crosstrainers for when I work Valet, and thirty-four dollars worth of tea (DAMN YOU, TEAVANA, WHAT THE HELL?). We had lunch at P.F. Chang's, where we had a comically awful waiter (and I'm not just saying that because working in hospitality has ruined me for eating out--he SUCKED! By the time we'd been there ten minutes he'd barely greeted us, we didn't have drinks yet, and I'd already answered a menu question from a neighboring table that stumped the poor bastard). We went to Trader Joe's and stocked up on the things that we get from Trader Joe's, and went to the pet store to buy Poppy a new food bowl (she finally, after months of effort, broke her ceramic one so we got her a stainless steel replacement). We stopped at Target where I bought a new, darker shade of hair color, then we came home and I chopped three inches off my hair and dyed it.
It was a good day, and makes for a boring blog post, and for that I am sorry. To make up for that, I give you the following vignette, which amused me greatly:
MFA Mama, after walking up to a vehicle in the front drive of The Ritz: Welcome to The Ritz! Would you like to valet-park your vehicle today?
Nonplussed Rich White Dude: Ummm...I'm not sure. What are my parking options?
MFA Mama: You can valet-park, for $XX per day, self-park in our garage for $X/hr, park in the garage across the street for $XX, or street-park, although you'd need to read the signs carefully to avoid a ticket.
Mrs. Nonplussed Rich White Dude: Get ON with it, dear!
Nonplussed Rich White Dude: So uh...YOU would be parking my vehicle?
MFA Mama: Yes sir.
Nonplussed Rich White Dude: Can you drive a stick?
MFA Mama: Yes sir, although your vehicle is automatic.
Mrs. Nonplussed Rich White Dude: *titters*
Nonplussed Rich White Dude: I uh, I suppose we'll valet-park.
Mrs. Nonplussed Rich White Dude: Well Henry,* I guess a woman CAN drive your new Range Rover, HAHAHAHAHA!
I have a feeling Mrs. Nonplussed Rich White Dude rubbed his face in THAT one for the duration of their stay. Good for her!
* Not his real name, obviously.