And so it is...

This weekend started off completely horrible, all b/c I'm a big a** baby and have drama queen tendencies. But after I decided just to stay home Friday night (NOT wallowing in my own self pity) and watch movies, my mood changed for the better. The change was gradual, but after watching both "Maria Full of Grace" and "Blue Car" I'd forgotten the woes that had brung me down only hours earlier. Ah, the magic of movies.
Saturday I hiked Runyan Canyon in the morning (listening to Damien Rice along the way...perfect soundtrack for my trek) then went shopping at the Grove that afternoon. It was a total "me" day. And I treated it as such, spending money I don't really have on things I don't really need. My buyer's remorse is still lingering, but the skirt I bought is so effing awesome, it's completely worth the after effect. It's sad how sometimes material things can affect my mood, but I think more importantly than the buying was the act of shopping itself, the walking around outside on a pretty day, not in a rush to be anywhere in particular, stopping to chat w/ Emily via cell phone, getting a smoothie before I left. It was just really relaxing...and speaking of relaxing, on Sunday I met a few friends for brunch then we went to Burke Williams for a spa day. Something I've never done before, mind you, but felt that w/ the impending day designed to make me feel bad for being single (that's right V day, I'm talking about you) I should treat myself to something special. I'm telling you, it was euphoric. I could have stayed for days. If they wouldn't have charged me. I never realized the soothing power of a robe, but I wanted to live in that thing. And to back track for a moment, lunch was so delicious and our waiter was hot (even if we determined, after much observation, that he was undoubtedly gay). I just wish every weekend could be so wonderful. As for the rest of my month, it's bday party after bday party then trip to Vegas. Good times ahead. Hope nothing happens to f*ck them up (foreshadowing, anyone?).
R.