Zoe’s Journal

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and I’m going to bed soon, but have to wait until my English lessons finish printing out. I ran out of paper, and now I’m stuck printing on the backs of my Biology lessons. Ha. Won’t that be confusing, if I turn the lesson backwards and start reading about epithelium when I’m supposed to be learning about English Literature before 1800.

So anyway, tonight the Lotr and I went to dinner at a really nice steakhouse, Flemings, with the FIL and two of his friends/business partner people things. The food was fabulous, and the conversation was enjoyable for the most part. Even if all three of them did end up getting a little much wine (I didn’t - I was driving). I even dressed up in a skirt and boots! Okay, okay. Pick up your jaw from the floor. I can clean up nice.

The LotR is still spending every day working with his dad, so tomorrow after work, I plan to go out for sushi with a friend from work. And then it’s the weekend! And then it’s next week… oh so busy. *sigh* I have a lot of stuff to do this weekend, too.

Okay, the last batch of paper is in my printer, so I’m off to bed. G’night, everyone.

I had a revelation this afternoon while sitting at my desk. I was working on an agent recruit whose last name was Braswell. I remembered that we used to have a Mr. Braswell at my childhood church, who used to sing this really dramatic song about the Lazarus zombie coming from the tomb all wrapped up in his mummy strips. He actually had a good voice, and that Lazarus song was my absolutely favorite… but looking back on it… wasn’t it Mr. Watkins (the young one whose wife watched those evil soap operas) who sang that?

“Now we have a ’special’ from Mrs. Jones!”

I realized that all of those ’specials’ were something completely different. Namely, Karaoke. And I just cracked up in my seat, thinking about it. Sunday morning karaoke.

And then I cracked up even more as I remember the fat Ms. Jones… the very operatic lady with her f aux furs and silks thrown over one shoulder as her perfectly plucked eyebrows arched and her mouth shaped a great Oval while her nasally voice sounded out ‘Amens’. I completely understand why her son became a rebel. Lol.

Then there was the acerbic Mrs. Jones… who sang OK, but she was the school’s principal and commanded respect. The only thing we could make fun of with her was her bulging fish eyes. She also had some amazing mouth formations as she sang into the microphone.

Then we had the angelic Mrs. Krlin and the snobbish Mrs Key who really should have been a supermodel, she was so tall and thin. She would wave like a reed in the wind while singing. My favorite was Mrs. DiVall who had more a folky sound… more lively than the rest, and she actually played her own music on the piano instead of relying on already published artists.

Ah, I loved the karaoke sundays. It made the morning pass sooner, and I always knew that the sermon would be that much shorter

“Excellent labeling “

Today was the most disappointing day I’ve had ever since my move to Phoenix. I’ve been looking forward to today for well over a week.

See, a friend and I made plans last week to go to a spa today in celebration of our bonuses from work. We were both to get a massage and our hair done. This was going to be my very first visit to an actual spa for massage and hair. I was planning on a Fiji hot stone massage and had my new haircut all planned out. Excitement ruled the week… it was to be a fantastic day of relaxation.

This morning I woke up, got on the treadmill and debated over several outfits. What does one wear to a spa anyway? I was to meet her there. I got in my car and began my drive. Alas! Less than 2 blocks from my house, the main road that I was to take to the spa was closed down, and hundreds and runners clad in their neon runner shorts and tops were making their way down this large, 5-lane road. So I drove around to another intersection. The road was still closed.

Well, it was still early, so I came home and the LotR showed me an alternate way to get to the spa. Perfect! I had plenty of time. So I began my drive again. Alas! ALL THE ROADS WERE CLOSED! There was no way around. I drove far to the west, but all roads to the North and East were shut down. I cannot describe how frustrated I became. My very first visit to a spa - my very first professional massage (hot fiji stones be damned)… and I couldn’t make it because of the freaking P.F.Chang’s Rock’n'Roll marathon that was closing all of the roads! Yes, it was a marathon. I looked it up when I got home.

I called my friend and the spa and told them that I couldn’t make it… had to pay the late cancellation fee. And I cried. I had been so excited for this for so long. But I’m over it now. The crying, that is. I’m still majorly pissed off that the city of Phoenix would close down at least two very major roads for a freaking marathon, and leave me boxed into this corner of town with no way past.

I very nearly flipped off a police office on the way home. He was sitting on his motorcycle in the road back to my house… he wouldn’t let anyone in… even though I LIVED down that road. I slammed my hand into the steering wheel and squealed my tires through a red light instead. His fault, totally.