Morris' Birthday Extravaganza Day Three
This being a nice change of pace from the past two days off rain pissing down our collars, we of course didn't really leave the building. Morris and K had planned a spa day for themselves and I had fallen for it as well, allowing them to schedule a pedicure for me just because I figure that it's Morris' weekend and I should try to do what he wants to do.
While they went down to the spa this morning, I put in an hour or so with the graphs, just to feel like I have accomplished something towards the next pay-check while we've been out of town, and then took a shower and walked up the street a few blocks to Keith's Comics, and actually found the newest Rue Morgue Magazine, and a compilation of Evan Dorkin's comics.
I made my way to meet the folks at the Exhale Spa around noon, and had my first pedicure ever, which turned out to be pretty cool, thought nothing I could see myself doing on a regular basis, but it was nice for a change of pace. The women who did Morris and I's feet were amusingly gossipy, and apparently had the scoop on a co-worker of theirs who'd died somewhat recently in a car accident, including intimate details of her personal life, which I found entertaining/appalling at the same time. At the urging of K and Morris, I had my toenails painted black, which was apparently quite a stir for the nail women, as the girl who painted them said that she'd be pissed off at her husband if he did such a thing. I'm married, and don't give a shit, and neither does my wife, so it wasn't a big deal and my toenails looked cute in my sandals this evening.
Once we were all done with the spa, we went to have a late lunch at Ozona, which proved to be a grueling ordeal, but wasn't so bad once we finally got seated. The entire place has a rambling compound feel to it, but they apparently had about three waiters to keep up with all the tables, and therefore were very behind from the get-go. Morris even had to excuse himself once we'd ordered and go to pick up his cake for tonight's party and drop it with the generally uncooperative pricks we've been dealing with at The Samba Room, so his meal was cold when he finally got to enjoy it.
We left the restaurant and dropped by Morris' apartment long enough to get him showered and changed for his party, and then swung by the hotel so I could feed the dog and change clothes myself, and then we dropped by a friend of his house for a bit for a quick visit, since it was quite literally just down the road from the party location.
The restaurant manager proved to be the short weaseally little fucker I was expecting, a guy who seemed to think that just telling us that everything was taken care of and smiling would somehow make it so, but I maintained a pissy demeanor with him throughout the evening, just out of spite. We had to re-arrange the tables these fuckers had set up in this weird common area in a courtyard behind the restaurant rather than the front patio area Morris had wanted, but our waitress was great and she took really good care of us, and the evening was a lot of fun, in spite of the shitty management at The Samba Room.
Afterwards a group of us went to some random T.G.I.Fridays in the West End that a lot of our locals seemed to know pretty well for a few more drinks, and then drove through Jack In The Box on the way home, which was surprisingly easy to eat and wonderful as always, and went back to the hotel to go the fuck to sleep, because we were all buzzed and tired.
Be seeing you.
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