Or at least we’re going to find out. In a few weeks I’m heading out to Spokane, WA to visit with a former roommate from my freshman year. In the past 10 years since we were roommates, we’ve only been able to get together twice. My first visit to her house found me arriving the same time her husbands kids, mother, and sister showed up. Plus they had to take an impromptu road trip for a day while I hung out at their house. The second time we got together we met in Idaho Falls at a family reunion of sorts for her family. In no way am I complaining (Leigh I’m really not!) and would do it all over again, I’m just saying it’s always under interesting circumstances and you just never know what’s going to happen.
So we book my ticket and we’re jabbering away at how excited we both are and she assures me that her in-laws/husband’s family are not going to be there this year and that they aren’t going to take a road trip while I’m visiting. She calls me back a few hours later beyond excited and exclaims “You’ll never guess what we’re going to do when you get here. I’m so excited! My mom bought me two gift certificates to get an hour long pedicure and it’s at the same place I get my hair done so we can get a shampoo/wash and style. Isn’t that awsome?!!”
Hmm, what to say? I’ve never had a pedicure because I think the idea is gross and besides I’m very ticklish and this does not forecast to be a good time for me. And I usually don’t get my hair done at salons because A) I’m cheap and B) I hate having my hair washed by people there. I know a lot of people find this relaxing but it stresses me out. As soon as the water hits my head my whole body tenses and I have a viced grip on the arm chairs. I have no idea why. And while I’m at it, my work offers free massages every month or so and in 3 1/2 years I’ve never taken them up on the offer. I can just imagine breaking out in hysteric fits of laughter as soon as they move below my shoulder blades. Which is really too bad because I’ve had a kink in my back for a few weeks now.
So I tell her my bazare quirks and she still insists we go. From her point of view it’s completely understandable. These things make her relax and after watching her three kids all day this is the perfect way to get out of the house and unwind. How bad can it really be right? I guess I’m going to find out.