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gurdymonkeyTaiko recital went very well. I know where my mistakes were, but the audience didn', and I can get away with a lot of "I meant to do that!" attitude to cover the occasional brain fart. Got a great turnout and raised $570 in donations for Japan disaster relief. Students and audience alike had a good time. Presumably someone got video and we'll be informed when it gets uploaded somewhere we can have a look at it. Ryan came to cheer us on, still with his arm in a sling and a spectacular scar. Poor guy's got weeks of phyisical therapy yet. I hope he'll be back with us before too long.
Decided to treat myself to a massage at On The Spot today. This time it was a young man who told me his name several times in that I-Want-You-To-Be-A-Regular-I'm-Here-Every-Wednesday kind of day, offered me a dinky little hair clip to put my masses of bushy hair up with (I opted for a hair tie from the linty depths of my purse instead) and announced dramatically it was gonna be like - I shit thee not, O My Readers - a Day At The Spa! So there I was, face buried in the head ring on the massage chair and couldn't see to refuse the double handfuls of lotion headed my way. Worst of all, it was coconut. A shame, really, because Mr. Remember My Name had thumbs of steel and otherwise managed to deal with the worst knots in my neck and shoulders in a useful fashion. I thanked him - he'd given me 20 minutes at the 15 minute price, threw in an extra couple bucks "lemonade money" just 'cause anyone who has to pummel on my knots has earned it. I walked through to the Feel Good Bakery thinking I might treat myself to a brownie or something for dessert tonight - and all I could smell was vile coconut and the Windexy watermelon (?) mist he periodically spritzed in my general direction (no doubt believing it was refreshing). I gazed at an exquisitely gorgeous slice of lemon tart and wanted to hurl all over the glass case instead. I rode home with the windows down and took a shower when I got in the door. I think I'll try to stick with the lady chiropractor who's there on Thursdays from now on.
Reminds me, I should return that nearly untouched vat of Karma Cream to the Lush store the next time I'm headed toward Emeryville. It hadn't smelled bad when I sampled it in the store, but I discovered it's very heavy on patchouli - another scent I'm not wild about and does not smell very good on me. They're good about giving credit for things and maybe I can get something I like better.
Decided to treat myself to a massage at On The Spot today. This time it was a young man who told me his name several times in that I-Want-You-To-Be-A-Regular-I'm-Here-Every-Wednesday kind of day, offered me a dinky little hair clip to put my masses of bushy hair up with (I opted for a hair tie from the linty depths of my purse instead) and announced dramatically it was gonna be like - I shit thee not, O My Readers - a Day At The Spa! So there I was, face buried in the head ring on the massage chair and couldn't see to refuse the double handfuls of lotion headed my way. Worst of all, it was coconut. A shame, really, because Mr. Remember My Name had thumbs of steel and otherwise managed to deal with the worst knots in my neck and shoulders in a useful fashion. I thanked him - he'd given me 20 minutes at the 15 minute price, threw in an extra couple bucks "lemonade money" just 'cause anyone who has to pummel on my knots has earned it. I walked through to the Feel Good Bakery thinking I might treat myself to a brownie or something for dessert tonight - and all I could smell was vile coconut and the Windexy watermelon (?) mist he periodically spritzed in my general direction (no doubt believing it was refreshing). I gazed at an exquisitely gorgeous slice of lemon tart and wanted to hurl all over the glass case instead. I rode home with the windows down and took a shower when I got in the door. I think I'll try to stick with the lady chiropractor who's there on Thursdays from now on.
Reminds me, I should return that nearly untouched vat of Karma Cream to the Lush store the next time I'm headed toward Emeryville. It hadn't smelled bad when I sampled it in the store, but I discovered it's very heavy on patchouli - another scent I'm not wild about and does not smell very good on me. They're good about giving credit for things and maybe I can get something I like better.
