So here's the deal. From now on every week, on a Saturday or a Sunday, I will be doing some fun little adventure in order to get my butt out of bed, give myself a reason to shave my legs, all while connecting with humanity and keeping the ugly depression monster at bay.This past weekend, I reached into the adventure bowl and pulled out a beauty, "Go get a pedicure." Rock on! For Week One, I needed it to be something simple. Kayaking in Malibu would have sent me under the covers.
Now you're saying, "What kind of adventure is getting a pedicure. Some people do that once a week. Slutty socialites even do it twice a week." Hey, if you have bed sores from being practically ambulatory from a soul crushing depression, an adventure is like, sleeping on a bed that's actually been made in the past week, okay?
Pipe down.
I have only had a pedicure maybe two times in my life. The reason I put it in the adventure bowl was because my feet look "broke down," they are like monkey feet if monkey feet had talons for toe nails. My heels are cracked from be-bopping around town in flip flops. Plus, there was the whole luxury angle, the literal "taking care of me."
I headed over to the pedicure place, grabbed red nail polish a color WHICH I HAVE NEVER USED IN MY LIFE. But these are adventures and adventures beg for adventure toes.
The woman who was doing my pedicure took one look at my toes and feet and put on plastic gloves, a surgical mask and plastic goggles. I half wondered if she was going to ring a bell for a surgical team who would confer and decide it would just be easier to amputate my feet rather than administer a pedicure.
But instead, this woman WENT TO WORK. She had to pull out some sort of power tool that most resembled some sort of circular sander and she power buffed and fluffed my feet while shards of cracked heel went every where. (When she wiped the sweat off her brow, I buried my face in "InStyle" magazine hoping no one was noticing.
She painted my toes the most gorgeous ruby red and I was dazzled. My heels looked beautiful and I felt like a real live girl. I said to her, "Thank you so much, they look so beautiful." She said, "Yes, when you come in, SO GROSS, but now so beautiful." Her frankness almost made me fall out of my chair.
So there you have it. Week One down and so many more to go. What's your adventure? How are you thrilling and surprising and taking care of yourself?
This blog is dedicated to Boston Creme Donuts.
I have only had a pedicure maybe two times in my life. The reason I put it in the adventure bowl was because my feet look "broke down," they are like monkey feet if monkey feet had talons for toe nails. My heels are cracked from be-bopping around town in flip flops. Plus, there was the whole luxury angle, the literal "taking care of me."
I headed over to the pedicure place, grabbed red nail polish a color WHICH I HAVE NEVER USED IN MY LIFE. But these are adventures and adventures beg for adventure toes.
The woman who was doing my pedicure took one look at my toes and feet and put on plastic gloves, a surgical mask and plastic goggles. I half wondered if she was going to ring a bell for a surgical team who would confer and decide it would just be easier to amputate my feet rather than administer a pedicure.
But instead, this woman WENT TO WORK. She had to pull out some sort of power tool that most resembled some sort of circular sander and she power buffed and fluffed my feet while shards of cracked heel went every where. (When she wiped the sweat off her brow, I buried my face in "InStyle" magazine hoping no one was noticing.
She painted my toes the most gorgeous ruby red and I was dazzled. My heels looked beautiful and I felt like a real live girl. I said to her, "Thank you so much, they look so beautiful." She said, "Yes, when you come in, SO GROSS, but now so beautiful." Her frankness almost made me fall out of my chair.
So there you have it. Week One down and so many more to go. What's your adventure? How are you thrilling and surprising and taking care of yourself?
This blog is dedicated to Boston Creme Donuts.
14 comments:
I love this! There have been many times when I have been hiding behind a magazine trying to pretend that I don't know about my fugly tootsies! I just wanted to let you know that I look forward to your blog as a little treat... I'm in my last semester of school which is filled with nothing but studying. When I need a break I allow myself to read one of your entries. I always say to myself 'just one' but you know that never happens and I just have to catch up on all your fabulous adventures! They always make me smile and I really appreciate it! THANK YOU!
I need to make an adventure bowl like yours... and make it a place where I can drive in a day to take photos. I'm having an idea and want to see if I can do it.
Because of you, I think I can.
My adventure this week was a new workout DVD- Dancing With the Stars! I did the paso doble with Maksim on Monday morning and had a blast. My other adventure was sending out a short story to a literary magazine (which was very scary because I'm not sure I'm the type of writer that gets published in literary magazines, but I had to try!) So, I took care of my body, and my career dreams this time. Maybe next weekend I'll try the pedicure!
-enolan
Sleeping. I know it sounds basic, but I'm on sick leave from work for a broken tailbone, I work a really high stress national job, and I am actually sleeping...for once, I look rested. Nothing better.
Your adventure bowl is a fantastic idea! I'm going to make a bowl of restaurants I want to try I think!
This is such an awesome idea. You kick ass! Keep on inspiring us, girl. This blog is getting HUGE!!!
Cecila
Mmmmm, Boston Creme donuts. Will that count as an adventure 'cause now it's about all I can think about.
LeLa
you rock and roll and steal the show. how you manage to be insightful and honest and brave and witty all at once inspires me. and i work in hollywood. keep on doing it!
Hey Anonymous, "You rock and roll and steal the show..." Awesome... Can I steal that? Thanks for the rad compliment :)
Honestly,
I found your blog because I read somewhere that Drew Barrymore was caught reading it. I was intrigued and once I read one of your blogs, I was hooked! Keep up the good work!
Hi Adventure grrl,
My adventure this week was going to the dentist and getting my teeth cleaned and it was so similar to your experience. I haven't been taking care of my own basic needs like having my teeth cleaned because I have too many responsibilities. I went to the dentist and just like your feet, so gross and now so beautiful. They feel so nice like glass, smooth and clean. I guess even having your teeth cleaned is an adventure!!
Thanks,
Laura
Hey, Anon. At least she's smart and witty enough to profit off of her depression.
How many people do you hear about doing that?
Cass, sweet girl, thanks for defending me. I had to delete her comment 'cause her negativity was bugging me! I did like that she said I wrote like Bridget Jones - now that's a compliment. But I think it's pretty obvious I'm not profiting from this website. And only because those Google ads are so ugly, not because I have principles.
It can't have been as bad as this: Went for a pedicure once. The lady next to me had so much dead shit on her feet that by the time they were done working on her, it looked like someone had dumped a bag of those fried pork rinds on the floor. Dead serious. Way beyond "so gross"!
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