In Which I am Kind of a Dodo
Okay, I am a dodo. Not even kind of.
I have been driving around all week doing stuff with cool relatives--like, I think about a thousand miles on my car--and I ALSO think I left my brain in Queens at the groovy Korean baths-and-massages place called Spa Castle.
These are the outdoor pools, which are amazing. The indoor pools and the multitude of saunas and the bazillion groovy people who will give you all kinds of amazing massages are also amazing. Have I just said "amazing" three times in a row? Yes. Sigh. I amaze myself.
Anyway, should you ever find yourself ANYWHERE near Queens, you should totally go. They also have spa castles in the Pocono mountains and apparently in Texas. So there is no excuse NOT to go. Seriously.
I mean, they even have a nap room. And who doesn't love a nap room? I've wanted to have a room to nap in since kindergarten--especially one that has really comfy lounge chairs to stretch out on, with buttons to make the backs go up and down automatically. Which Spa Castle has.
I think every job should come with naptime--little cots and blankies we can all lie down on, with juice and graham crackers afterwards. So this is right up my alley. Why should the best things in life end in kindergarten? No reason. At all.
My stepmom most awesomely treated me to most of a day at this place, including a full body scrub and a half-hour foot massage. Life is good. And then we had Indian food at this incredible diner in Jackson Heights, and I got two grocery bags full of groovy Indian stuff like lime pickle and "Mango Mood Candy" and lychee-nut-flavored Jell-O mix from Pakistan*
and incense which "specially formulated to worship God and to create a peaceful atmosphere for everyday activities," plus two whole grocery bags full of other groovy stuff for just under twenty bucks. What's not to love?
And, okay, sadly I also got a speeding ticket on the Merritt Parkway for doing 85 in a 55, but the cop was very nice and didn't bust me for not having my new insurance card OR the fact that my registration was up several days earlier OR the fact that I have been living in New Hampshire for nigh on two years now and still have a California driver's license.**
So! Another reason to hope I can move back to New York City sometime soon, which is that I would sell my car and not have these sorts of extremely expensive reality checks, because they do NOT pull you over when you're going too fast on a subway to give you tickets for things like not having your subway insurance and registration in order. Which is a really fabulous convenience, in my book.
Lucky me. And I get to go to court Wednesday to be yelled at for going 92 in a 65 last November. O joy, o rapture. O checkbook...
And other than that, and driving around to a couple of colleges and going on a little walking tour of the neighborhood in Manhattan in which I hope someday to live, I have been really really really rethinking the second draft of my fourth novel lots and lots and lots. And I lost a friend of mine's apartment keys. And didn't pay for my daughter's guitar lessons in time. And, um... well, let's just say that my biorhythm for grownup-ness is at an all-time low, and also Mercury is in Retrograde again.***
So, anyway, I was saying I am a bear of not very much brain this week. And therefore I invite everyone to anagram themselves in the comments, just for the hell of it.
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I typed in "Cornelia Ludlam Fabyan Read" and got "Manfully adorable radiance," which totally doesn't suck.****
I hope everyone has had and will have a great week!
*Okay, actually the box says "Ahmed Foods Artificially Flavoured Lychee Jelly Crystals," since I don't think there is actually a Jell-O factory in Pakistan. But I could be way wrong on that. Everything else on the box is pretty much in Urdu. Unfortunately, so are the directions for making the actual Jelly. Sigh.
**Basically, anything to do with cars and paperwork is stuff that proves to me once more that I am really, really bad at being a grownup.
*** For the non-Californians, this means that everything that can possibly go wrong will implode at the lamest possible moment for all concerned, especially if said wrongness has to do with timing, traveling, computers, or any other kinds of mean nasty ugly thing on the Group W bench, there. For a couple of weeks or so. And you might want to double up on the condoms, too.
****I am so totally stealing the asterisk thing from my writing-group pal Daisy James, even though she totally does it better than I do.
