11th
Date w/myself
Yesterday I had a couple hours to kill in Soho before meeting Alex for drinks. I’m on a shopping diet currently (thanks, holidays! actually, it’s my own fault—I kind of did the “one for them, one for me” method of buying gifts this year) so I steeled myself and walked by all the stores offering me 50 percent off, and just got a manicure and pedicure at Spa Belles on Spring Street.
Emily once justified getting manicures, pedicures, massages and such by telling me, “We don’t have cars. This kind of stuff is like maintenance on our cars—our bodies.” Which, when you think about it, is so true. (Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself, $57 later. Oh, I also got a 10-minute chair massage.)
Then I went to Ed’s Lobster Bar and sat at the, er, bar and had a lobster roll, with salad instead of fries. I fantasize about Ed’s lobster rolls, but for some reason the one last night wasn’t as good as I remembered. It tasted refrigerator-cold. You know that feeling? Like, not just fresh-cold, but cold like it’s been sitting in the fridge for too long. The bun, however, was delicious. Then Ed came up to me and commented on how quickly I’d eaten my lobster roll, which I actually thought was a bit rude! Besides, I was hungry and by myself. It’s kind of boring to sit there and linger over food when you’re alone and have nothing to read. I looked over the drinks menu about 10 times. Usually I get a glass of their really yummy (and overpriced) fresh lemonade but I didn’t feel like plunking down another $5.
