Helping the Economy, Hostessing, and Family
Things I spent money on this weekend that I didn’t need and the justifications I used to buy them:
- Stuart Weizman pumps – I had been scoping them since I saw them in the Nordstrom catalog four months ago. They’re tri-colored round-toed suede pumps with jewel-toned red, purple, and magenta coloring. I had nothing like it in my shoe wardrobe and they’re perfect for fall weather… except when it rains. I won’t be able to wear them when it rains. Otherwise, they’re sublime.
- Seattle Marathon registration – technically, I could run the race without paying. The problem with that is I doubt I would actually show up without committing financially. Now, there’s no turning back.
- A dress, scarf, and new book from Urban Outfitters – I found a dress that I loved in a new color (on sale!!) and my scarf from last year is lost. Books are always essential – they improve oneself better than anything else can.
- Apartment furnishings – Technically, I don’t need anything else for my apartment, but it’s just so plain that I couldn’t bear to live there without actually hanging some more pictures and such on the walls, at the very least.
I spent well over $700 this weekend. Dang it!! I did not intend to do that and now I’m going to have to pinch pennies for the rest of October because of it. At least now, I have everything that I need to get me through the winter (almost – still need to go grocery shopping… and buy new sheets). I think that my justifications are pretty valid though, so I’m not regretting any of my purchases yet. Plus, what am I doing working so much if I can’t spend my hard-earned money on stuff that makes me happy?
I fell off the wagon this weekend in terms of triathlon training. I know, I know… it’s only been a week and I’m off the wagon. WELL… I started up again yesterday with a solid 40 minute bike ride at high resistance and brought my gym stuff to work with me today, so I’m going to do 40 minutes biking and 40 minutes running tonight when I finish up here. I always get so side-tracked when friends come home and it was my best friend’s first weekend back in America after two years in South Korea ! What was I going to do – run on a treadmill and sit at home instead of seeing her?? I think not! So, we hit up my favorite spot on Friday night and danced until the joint shut down (which is a workout anyways, obviously).
Saturday, I was so hungover that I couldn’t get out of bed until I had to put on my happy face for an appearance at the restaurant. I had to be lead hostess on Saturday and it was soooo busy that I actually psyched myself out a little bit over it. Everything went so well though, the GM even said I ‘impressed him’ with my stellar hostessing abilities. It’s about time he realized how good I am at what I do. Hostessing is so simple and the regular lead just makes way too big a deal out of it. The job description reads as follows: smile, flirt, repeat. As long as you can get that pattern down, you will succeed as a hostess. That being said, I am a champ. I guarantee I could out-smile and out-flirt you on my worst day. I was terribly disappointed in the turn-out on Saturday night at the restaurant. There were no cute guys there at all! The only good thing about foresaking a Saturday night to work in a restaurant is that you are inevitably going to be surrounded by scores of beautiful men. This was not the case on last Saturday. They were all old, the appropriate age and ugly, or minors and cute – none of which are my target demographic. I mean, the bus boys were the cutest people in the restaurant, which is not good for my game (and frankly, it’s not good for the restaurant either).
Sunday… oh what a day. First of all, I’m not even going to go into the terrible, horrible, no-good game that was played. NOT going to go there. Don’t even ask, it only upsets me. Not only did I have to suffer though that, but I had to do it with my mother, which only intensified the suffering. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom – I just feel like if I don’t do every little thing her way, I am going to make her cry or something. There were four teary-eyed moments on Sunday, for absolutely no good reason. I think she might really be losing her mind. We watched football together in the morning and then I invited her to help me shop for apartment stuff. Typically, when my mom and I go shopping, she foots the bill. This is how it has always been, without question. This was NOT the case yesterday. She offered to pay for a cheap mirror, but only because she had hung my rather expensive mirror in her den. I looked at her and said that I’d rather just have my mirror back, but she started tearing up again so I left it alone. I mean, seriously, I could have gone apartment shopping on my own, I didn’t need her there. I just needed her wallet. After shopping for a little bit, we went to dinner with my gramma, where she shot down four shots of tequila without thinking twice. My gramma is so nuts, but in a really funny way. I swear, the only good part about getting old is that you can legitimately act like a nut and people can’t say anything about it because you’re old.
