This was taped to the lid of the cake tin when I showed up for her birthday dinner. I thought it would gross her out and mean there was more cake for me, but no such luck.
We made an appointment and showed up bright and early Friday morning to be pampered. As we walked into the salon, "You're So Vain" was playing over the loudspeaker. The radio was tuned to an easy listening station, but seriously - can you script it any better than that? Mom and I cracked up, but as soon as our feet were soaking in that warm, good-smellin' water, we were all business.
I didn't think I'd appreciate a pedicure. I usually paint my toenails because I wear flip-flops 9 months of the year, but I walk around barefoot a lot so I never worry about sanding down callouses or any of that junk. They're just feet - they get me from here to there, and I don't care how they look.
But… I freakin' loved this pedicure. The soak, the oil, the massage, the nail beautification! I picked a shimmery gold that would match my shoes for the next evening's event, but also because it still made me feel like Allison, instead of some sophisticated, pedicure-gettin' woman I wouldn't recognize in the mirror.
while Mom got a pair of stylish foam bad boys:
When our technicians started jabbering to each other in their native language, Mom leaned over to me and said "I feel like I'm in an episode of Seinfeld." At least they weren't cackling at us, but I did wish we had Frank Costanza to translate.
As soon as Mom said that, I noticed there was a red dot on my technician's glasses lens. It took all I had to not sing "H - E - double N…" and then yell "What's that red dot on your lens?"
All these Seinfeld references were totally appropriate, because that night Mom was taking me to see Jerry Seinfeld as an early birthday present! Tom Papa opened for him, and was absolutely hilarious. And Jerry himself… he was on a roll. He handled the drunk screamer like the pro he is. Countless jokes had me crying with laughter. And when he acted like a cookie? I can't even explain it, but I see him hopping across the stage like a cookie every time I close my eyes and it's gold, Jerry, gold!