John had brunch with the band this morning (Rock stars do brunch, don’t they? No? Well, they should. Brunch is awesome.), so I took my book (The Bloggess‘s hilarious Let’s Pretend This Never Happened) off to Starbucks with me. I got my favorite drink (tall skim no-whip toffee nut white mocha – I mention it all the time because I assume you’re planning on memorizing it so you can order one for me next time we’re at Starbucks together without even having to check with me. You’re planning to do that, right?) and sat at a table outside to sip and read. Lovely half-hour or so, only slightly marred by the kid at the next table who stared every time I laughed at my book (which was about every 10 seconds). He was just jealous. Then Wegmans (Yes, I actually went to the grocery store this weekend. Can you believe it?), home to unload, and back out to get my nails done. I was desperately in need of both a manicure and a pedicure. I went to my favorite place, but for the second time this weekend, I was turned away. Terribly sad. The first time was Friday evening. My friend Chastity was in no hurry to face traffic on her way home, so we decided to get our nails done and went to this place. Turns out this weekend was prom weekend, so they were fully booked. Sad. We gave up that night, but I assumed that by Sunday I’d be able to walk in. I should have asked, since when I got there today, there was a sign on the door that said they were closed for a private party. Disappointed, I went to my old favorite salon. Unfortunately, they’re under new management, and I am not happy about it. It wasn’t a terrible experience, but it wasn’t the relaxing afternoon I’d hoped for. They didn’t stab me in the toe or anything, and my nails look okay, but they’re cut too short, and the lady was a bit rough with my cuticles. So I have to find another back-up nail salon (or plan ahead). My life is so hard.