I had my haircutt! I had to sneak out work early because I mistakenly thought I’d be at my 2nd job in the Valley… I’m getting used to which days I’m working at which of three locations. I went to my old salon but had a new hairdresser who was pretty cute and young. I told her exactly what I wanted (short plz, like an inch, on the left and back, keep all my length on the right, and a fringe to blend it across) and she did it, exactly as I wanted it, and I like it a lot.
Besides that… it’s Fryday, mmmyep. A new thoughtful regime of self care means I have been trying to go to bed by 10 of a weeknight, and mostly succeeding. I think it’s working, I’ve been feeling fine.
Another aspect of my self care plan is not having such enormous weekends, of course, now I’ve no longer an extra recovery day. I think if I do have a big night it should be on a Friday… but that I still shouldn’t be having as big nights as I’ve been wont these past couple years.
This is what I was thinking when my Friday evening rolled around, and the reason I hadn’t made any plans for this weekend. However, plans found me… of course. Kristy called us up to invite us to dinner in the Valley with herself and her friend, then Marie called up to see what we were doing, so met us there. I invited Adam to come down and join us, since he lives right there anyway.
I had 2 white russians before we left home. We ate pizza and drank a bottle of wine at Mellino’s (1.5 glasses, plus 1.2 shots of vodka), then went to the Fringe bar where they had $4 pints! I didn’t get any drinks but I think all up probably drank about 1.5 of other people’s beers. After Fringe we went to Adam’s place, mainly because… hot tub! The five of us jumped in, sans swimwear. Except the pool and hot tub are kinda off limits after 10pm, and by then it was around 1am. So an angry landlord came to kick us out. Kristy arguing with him nakedly didn’t seem to help.
Kristy, Marie, Jason & I wetly caught a taxi back to our place, dropping me off on the way to get supplies. The clerk at the Night Owl accused me of shoplifting (I took a long time down the back of the store trying to decide between cream soda & raspberry), then offered me a free slurpee when it was obvious I hadn’t. And of course, the bottle-o was closed (duh, 1:30am) so no more alcomahols for us. We all fell asleep soon after anyway.