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Gifting the legless and Gerbil Girls
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Gifting the legless and Gerbil Girls Alright. The fish pedicure. First, my feet feel like butter. Second, its not approved by the health department so if you want one, bring some extra american dollars. They won't admit the fish are there; you have to show up with bribe in-hand to see and feel them eat you. Eat your feet  Left my book in the car, so I grabbed an outdated People and picked out a polish shade---marshmallow white. I hate the book anyway, I've read the first 30 pages three different times. Things looked clean; no sign of fish anywhere. Couldn't smell 'em either, even better sign. I was escorted to a room with a door, versus joining the other women vibrating in spa chairs along the left wall. Soon I'd discover, not all the staff knew I was coming. In the private room where I was headed, three Vietnamese girls curled on top of the massage table. They were a twisted lump fighting for space atop the crowded surface. It reminded me of day-old baby gerbils jammed underneath mama gerbil desperate for warmth. I'm fairly certain they were napping, although I have wondered about the closeness later---maybe they were touching. Sal flipped the light switch and pointed towards my chair. I'm sure she would have knocked if she knew they were resting. The startled girls gasped, managing to slide their feet inside shoes before landing squarely upright. They all had clothes on, but the three blushing women nervously smoothed their white uniforms as if they'd been caught doing something sexual. Vietnamese chatter followed that, and I was offered an apology. Ha, that was a little weird. I took my place in the chair. The rest of the pedicure was heaven. Lots of toe and foot sucking by funny looking fish with teeth. Delightful spa experience overall...I can only think of one foot sensation I might like better. Later Friday, Ahhhhhhh, my feet feel great and I have an 8 o'clock dinner reservation at N. The is home and annoyed with me that her jeans are still in the drier. I was asking her something about her grades. "You are driving me crazy, chill out" Thank you for the rude correction. She managed to abstain from screaming "chill the<b> fuck </font></b>out". Ah but I hear her teenage thoughts---all too loudly. I hear "fuck" silently dangle from the tip of her tongue as she tosses me the look. Within me, the voice roars, "if I ever talked to my parents like that...". The difference here is, my is right. I need to leave the room to chill out. She earns her grades, I don't. Plus, the only single, 100% proven-effective way to completely shut her down and make her force to speak 'sickening-nice' is to take away her cell phone. Not tonight. Since she's going to the ballgame shortly---with thousands of drunk Cardinal fans; I WANT that phone with her. Removing the phone is bloodletting, so instead, I remind her to 'change the tone'. Quietly I go to my room...to chill out. Beyond that, I've already forgotten what made me 'drive her crazy' in the first place. oh grades. ya. Two hours later I hear her desperate voice, Mom, you're going to kill me. Are you two in the stadium. No. Where are you. My money is gone. What do you mean your money is gone. Are you safe.Ya ya we're fine. I saw this man on the street with no legs in a wheelchair so I gave him half my money. . *pause* Did he ask you for money. No. Ok, so you gave half your money to some guy in a wheelchair. Ya, Mom don't be mad. I'm not mad sweetie, you still have money. No. Where's the other $40? Then we saw a homeless guy. And you gave him the rest of your money? Ya, Mom you should've seen him. It was so sad, and he was really dirty. I don't need to eat anything at the game. I'll pay you back with my allowance. It's okay. We'll talk about it later. Are you mad? No, but I don't like you at the ballpark with no money. Could you have given him a little less. Mom it's my money. Not really, she earns an allowance. I grossly overpay for her to empty the dishwasher and do some light chores around the house. Just call me when you get home please. Bye mom love you, you too. No empathy deficit in our house... I tell him later about the phone call. He shakes his head at me. He's not mad, but I hear his thoughts too "she's exactly like you, exactly". I'll elaborate more on the rest of the night, but I'm videoconferencing in 15 minutes. Had my first experience at a historically black lesbian bar. *ya I know, I'm nuts*. You can let your mind wander, but I'm definitely not a lesbian. wanderingkiss In All My Galore... |
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AH! So much life in so little space. Makes my blogs seem lacking..... But then again you reference a teenager - enough said. Gay bars are special places - I have not been near one in OH so many years. I am so not gay but my friend was and he asked if I wanted to go with him. It was a fun outing(no pun intended). The phrase of the night, when asked to dance, was " You aint got enough money honey!" Hope you had fun -  As always polite comment, rants and musings are appreciated....all others take a hike RD
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gotta admire the kid for being generous...gotta worry because she didn't think of the consequences to herself. Have heard of folks getting infections through that foot process.....be careful. wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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AH! So much life in so little space. Makes my blogs seem lacking..... But then again you reference a teenager - enough said. Gay bars are special places - I have not been near one in OH so many years. I am so not gay but my friend was and he asked if I wanted to go with him. It was a fun outing(no pun intended). The phrase of the night, when asked to dance, was " You aint got enough money honey!" Hope you had fun - wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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9/23/2009 9:48 am |
Gerbil girls. . . The visual was priceless!
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Gerbil girls. . . The visual was priceless! wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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Where is this fish manicure place?...
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Where is this fish manicure place?... Google it Thanks for reading...and I hope you find one. They're fabulous to do at least once! wanderingkiss In All My Galore...
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