Weirdest To-Do List Ever
Whew! I've been busy
this week. In retrospect, I feel like I've fit three weeks' worth of work and drama into one big, demanding fast-paced week. Of course, I could talk about a hundred different things, but that would take too much of your (and my) precious time. That said, I'll limit this post to the most humorous part of the week: my wack-assed "to do" list. On Tuesday, I basically had two things to do—get a hot stone massage and host a protest poster-making party at my place. As I was going about my day, I was thinking that this combination of activities has to be one of the weirdest I've encountered in a long time. By themselves, the massage and party aren't that
strange, but, together, they make for a big bunch of "huh!?!"
First off, let me just say that, if you haven't been rubbed down with hot stones by a complete stranger, you're missing out. This massage is heavenly
. At the spa the ladies frequent, you get to undress, put on a robe and some sandles, and lounge around in this fake-candle lit waitin
g room where you can munch on granola bars and tea or hot chocolate. Once you get to the massage room, you take off the robe; situate yourself under some covers; and wait for the masseuse. My massage was great—the masseuse used lavender oil and there was some soothing music in the background. The only real problem came when I turned over onto my stomach. I've had a cold this week, and, as I put my head in the little padded-hole thing, my nose started to run. Duuuuuude! I asked for a tissue and was consigned to frequent nose-swipings to stanch the drip. At least—at least
—I had the dignity not to just shove a wad up there and leave it. See, I've got the "class."
After the massage, I had that blissed-out drive back to the apartment where nothing could possibly get you down. I was mentally patting myself on the back for having shopped earlier for the poste
r-making party because I'd become way, way to relaxed to do anything productive for a few hours. By 7 p.m., people started getting to my place, and I had supplies (around 20+ foam-boards, 15+ posterboards, and a slew of markers) waiting for them. Let me just say that having eight people in your house using markers at the same time should be illegal. Honestly, I'm pretty sure some markers should be classified as hazardous materials. What's more, the most effective markers out of the bunch were the Crayola ones. I was shocked as hell. In fact, I'm thinking of writing a letter to the company; if there's an "official marker of protest-sign making," they should get the honors. The only marker that came close was Sharpie's Magnum. And, yes, we got the giggles tossing the Magnums around to each other.
While people came and went at different times, my last few guests left at around midnight, and I went right to bed. The next day, I woke up, and my back was killing me. Only then did it occur to me that I'd spent almost five hours sitting on the ground and bending forward to color in my posters. D'oh! On a positive note, though, I successfully stretched my back out through some yoga, and the protest was well-attended. To-do list complete.