The last few days have been filled with birthday parties, dinner parties, brunch with the ladies and a classy award ceremony. I also stayed in my pjs til 2pm on Saturday.
It’s a quiet Tuesday night – my five roommates are either in the basement, on dinner dates or in Nepal. Naturally.
I have candles lit and Pandora playing (I’m pretty sure everyone has moved onto Spotify by now? I had my fling, and then it ended.)
When I was all dolled up at the award ceremony last night, someone told me I did formal well. I smiled and thanked them. They didn’t see half an appetizer fall out of my mouth after I took too big a bite, nor did they see me take off my heels under the table. And then run to the bathroom barefoot.
Life’s too short for sore feet.
When I used to work at Applebees a few years back I would come home after standing all day, tear off those god-forsaken grandpa shoes and lie sprawled out on the floor…wishing I had a boyfriend to rub my feet for me.
On Saturday I leave for Thailand. If I’m lucky I’ll have time for a Thai foot massage. Same same, right?
Also, Greek coconut yogurt. Do it.