After work, I thought about just going straight home and falling asleep in a Mrs. Stouffer’s frozen entrée. And I did, eventually, but first I got my nails done.
The last time I got my nails done was nearly two months ago, at a quick and cheap place in Santa Monica. I went with Celi, and Seema, and Elle before Celi’s wedding, and after we had lunch at Anisette. I got a pale pink on my fingers that flaked the next day (I blame the humidity of Los Angeles) and Chanel Dragon on my toes. The pedicure remained largely intact, if a bit overgrown, and I finally got tired of looking at them in their wild state. So off to Nail Bar I went.
I usually go to this dirt cheap place in Lincoln Park but it’s always a bit of a schlep from the el and we all know how lazy I am. Nail Bar Chicago is 1.5 blocks from my house, even closer if I cut through the yard of Nettelhorst School as a shortcut. I brought my own colors, Chanel Dragon for the feet (hey, when I like something, I like it) and Chanel Particulière for my hands. My fingernails are the color of mushrooms.
When I got home, I watched some Hawaii Five-0, played some Angry Birds (argh!), and checked Twitter and Facebook updates about the Chicago cyclone that never quite happened. I saw this tweet from Leah Jones:
Immediately I sent her a private direct message via Twitter to say something to the effect of “You too?!” Because it has happened to me once, and I think it’s charming. But more to the point, I wanted her to spill about who OkCupid matched her with. Because I am nosy and saucy, according to the description as defined by a long ago English teacher who said it meant “unduly interested in other people’s love lives”. It’s the only definition I use.
Leah obliged me with their Twitter names, and I found that I already was following most of them myself. It got my mind grapes all pressed up thinking that a speed dating/mixer thing involving everybody we know might not be an impossible idea. February, and Valentine’s Day, is only three or so months away, after all.