Fried Day...

Remember when Friday night meant partying with abandon?

Now, my favorite thing to do most Fridays is to get into my pajamas.

It's so sad. Then again, I'm no morning person, so by the time Friday arrives, I've spent five days fighting my circadian rhythms (and now, my sleeping troubles, too).

Plus, work has been fairly hectic this week, though today, I had the pleasure of meeting both the aforementioned Freda Payne, and the legendary Rita Moreno, both of whom were very gracious and didn't mind all the gushing I did.

My end-of-week exhaustion is also why Friday has become my manicure (and sometimes pedicure) day. It's a nice dose of luxury and pampering at a time when I need it most. And today, I got an extra special treat when my coworker/friend Rebecca's daughter Laura walked in while I was at the salon, to get a pre-prom mani/pedi! That was great fun, except for the moment that it hit me that I can still remember when Laura was born.

And that we are now talking about where she wants to go to college after she graduates next year.

Oh. Ma. Ga. I'm OLD!!! When did that happen?

Can you tell I'm having a mid-life crisis?

(Abrupt topic change)

Okay, so the rains have finally stopped...thankfully! But now? We've gone from winter to summer in my neighborhood.

And I don't mean summer as it is in most places; I mean, summer as it is in the western part of my fair city.

Meaning, foggy and windy as fuck... something I covered last summer. It was totally drizzly and cooooold as I walked home after my manicure. I sure hope this isn't a harbinger of things to come. Yeah, yeah yeah... I know to expect it in the summer... but it's still only April. And I need some more spring, Mother Nature. It was so lovely downtown today. And so gorgeous all over last week.

Can I have some more? Please?