My daughter is here for the weekend. Today, we’re going to go see Wall-E, which is looking to be both funny and well made. She kept me out late yesterday at the mall. I’m sore as hell today, but not saying much about it, just taking more aspirin. Heh.
We walke dinto the mall and there was a nail place on the left. She popped over and asked them if they did pedicures. They said yes.
We didn’t get very far into the mall.
I had forgotten how wonderful a pedicure feels. My goodness, they massaged and legs AND feet. Poor ankles. They’ve missed that. My daughter picked out this ‘sexy red’ for my toenails. Heh. Like anyone has seen my toenails in aeons. I must admit, though, I like it.
We proceeded to prep to leave and the little vietnamese woman insisted I could not put my tennis shoes back on… listening to her vehemence in semi-English was amusing, but not nearly as much as my daughter’s dutiful agreement. So I walked out in these loverly cobalt blue ‘temporary sandals’. hah.
Since I could hardly walk around in these things (as explained by my daughter), we then proceeded to the bebe store, where she picked up two pairs of sandals for me. White and black. I told her the white were plenty, she scoffed, “You have to be able to match other things, mom.”
Indeed. (chuckle)
They’re actually quite comfortable. In fact, I rather adore them.
From there, she drug me into Macy’s and we proceeded to ‘get our shop on’. By the time it was done, I’d been pushed into the dressing room with more clothing to try on than I’ve seen in years.
Of course, the final arbiter of what ‘looked good’ and what did not was…. my daughter. Heh. She ‘pooh-poohed’ my reluctance to buy all this stuff and before I knew it, we were standing outside the store with a stuffed bag. “Let’s get out of here…” she said. We almost made it. Starbucks caught us.
The fellow there handed up mine first, with a huge dollop of whipped cream pushing out of the top of the lid. Naturally I went for that first, only to have my daughter caution me, “Don’t do it!” and suddenly, the male barista was laughing and blushing.
It wasn’t until we got to the car that she explained. Apparently, there is some manner of Starbucks culture I’ve missed in my years of working there and of visiting. She explained to me that the male baristas always put extra whip cream on the drinks for ‘hot women’ so they can watch them lick it off.
I scoffed at this and informed her that obviously he must have thought the drink was hers. She pushed my shoulder and retorted, “No way, mom… he knew it was yours. And did you see how he blushed and started laughing when I told you ‘Don’t do it’…. he KNEW I knew.”
Eh. Maybe. I still think he thought it was her drink. Were I a fellow, there would be no contest as to which of us I’d want to see lick whip cream. But then, I’m feeling old, I reckon. Heh. Anyway…
From there, back to home and pizza and movies while my roommate did his utmost best to be some odd cross between a concierge and good listener; hanging on every word my daughter uttered while making a point of insuring I did nothing but sit and enjoy her company.
It was actually quite nice of him…. if not a bit syrupy here and there. We all went to bed near midnight and my daughter told me before sleep, “Wake me up when you get up.”
Heh. 6:30am and she muttered at me, “Mom… I’m trying to sleep here.” And I pointed out what lovely role reversal it was… because I remember a little face peeping over my shoulder on Saturday mornings asking, “Mom? Are you awake yet?”
When asked, she told me she sleeps until 9. So… while she’s sleeping, I’m making this entry and going to boost up the few shots taken yesterday… including a bebe sandal and toe shot. If any of you are toe fetishists I would prefer NOT to know it. But if you wish to admire my daughter’s good taste and the amazing state of my feet, feel free.
(aside: She says she’s tired of Atlanta and is considering moving here. I’ve learned not to put too much into such words, but I will admit it would be most lovely to have her here. I suppose we’ll see.)
and now…. feet! (and shots of picking her up at the airport, along with my roomie and my daughter going through his movie collection to decide what we should watch, followed by the inevitable, ‘mom, are you taking pictures AGAIN?!?’ look. heh.)