This might look familiar. We ate out at the same restaurant as last year. That wasn't the plan of course, no, the plan was to walk to the best Mexican restaurant in town. And we did walk there. Unfortunately they were closed. The sign said open. But there was another sign that said "Will Return at 12:15" It was 6 o'clock and the sign said they opened from 11:30 to 9:00. The 12:15 part was perplexing. Anyway, then we had to walk all the way home. We phoned the other place I had in mind to see if they could take two in ten minutes. They said, "No, we can take two at 10:30 though." (Oh yeah, gee now that you mention it, I didn't really want to come eat dinner in ten minutes - I wanted to come in in four hours, thanks for the suggestion) Serge kept suggesting we try a "new" restaurant but I stood firm insisting on going to a place I already know is good. Why spoil a birthday dinner by chancing a lousy meal? So that's how we ended up walking two blocks to the same place we ate last year. We had a bunch of appetizers and a bottle of wine. Twas delightful.
Spouse got me the man's package over at the spa for my gift. Pedicure, facial and massage - all done in a four hour session. I've never had two of the three and I don't like massages because they always hurt. Serge told them this and they promised no discomfort. What do they call it if you just want them to lightly tickle the skin with their fingers? I don't think the last masseuse I had had normal hands, it seemed like they were all knuckle. I don't want to be kneaded, I want to be tingled - a tingly massage.
I was talking to my mother yesterday when they had the earthquake in California. It was scary as I listened to the commotion in the background. Turned out to be a fairly mild one, bumpy but not damaging. Mom remarked that it wasn't a side to side movement but more of a jolt straight up in the air movement. As in all things, every earthquake is different.