.... and so little time to say it. I fear I must be fast today, dear readers, as I soon have to depart for my voice class. However, it was high time for an update, so here's a quickie.
This past weekend was just delightful. First of all, I spent nine hours in a bar on Saturday. That may sound a tad dysfunctional, but I rarely do such a thing, and every once in a while, it's giddy good fun. I'm friends with the gentlemen who own Tony Nik's in North Beach, and they held the bar's ten year anniversary party on Saturday. So I joined a few dozen or so of their other friends for champagne, snacks, music and even the Giants game. It's highly unlikely I'll be spending nine hours in a bar again anytime soon, so I think it was okay to indulge this weekend.
After a Saturday like that, I was a little tired on Sunday, to say the least. I did, however, have enough energy to watch the Mad Men season finale, of course. The fact that I have to wait months for the fifth season rendezvous with my TV boyfriend Don Draper should be a crime, but oh, well. TV boyfriends probably would become annoying if they hung around too much.
Monday was the day things really got good. Yes, Monday typically is the start of the work week, but I made it an extra weekend day this week, and I took that day to luxuriate at the spa. I used to spend a pretty decent amount of time at spas, but recently, I've gotten out of the habit. A spa habit is not one you want to break, so I was more than happy to relapse. After three hours at the spa in the afternoon, I spent Monday evening singing songs. Can you imagine a more perfect day? I can't.
I think I should resolve to make everyday a spa day. In my head, at least.