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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

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Location: California, United States

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Stuff & Nonsense

*burp*

I'm feeling like the proverbial fatted calf. Yesterday morning, decked out in my jammies and savoring my fresh ground coffee, I received a phone call from a friend inviting me out to lunch.

The
Olive Garden may be a chain restaurant but it has the best soup and salad deal going. For $5.95 a person you get unlimited soup, salad, and bread. We pigged out. And topped off a great meal with a glass of house wine.

So fortified, we decided to go shopping.
Kohls was having a huge sale. I found a neat pair of Liz Claiborn Villager cords in a lovely shade of violet. When my friend remembered that she was having a couch delivered, I decided to have my nails done.

Tan has been my "nail guy" for close to 10 years now. I have cheated on him numerous times but I always go back because nobody does it better. The young lady that my last lover sees is a pretty close second. But running into her would be like purposely pounding my head against a brick wall.

Tan was already booked so Sis did my nails. We call each other Sis because from the bridge of her nose upward, she looks astonishingly like my baby sister.

While doing my nails, Sis regaled me with stories of her old, fat husband and how much she loves him. During the course of our conversation it came out that I never married. She wanted to make sure that I "knew love" when I was young. After many misunderstandings and false starts because of Sis's soft voice and heavy Vietnamese accent, it became clear that she wanted to make sure I wouldn't die a virgin.

In her country she told me, this is quite common. But in the United States she said, everyone can know love before they die. I thought this quite charming. I didn't burden her with the story of my sexual orientation. I am told that their culture does not share the same horror of homosexuality as does ours. But I have no desire to become the subject of gossip in Ye Olde Beauty Shoppe.

On my way home, I stopped at
Starbucks for a pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin muffin. I saved the muffin for later. I wasn't about to eat a full meal again that day. I may not eat today. $5.95 bought me a whole lot of food. And I enjoyed every bite.


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2 Comments:

Blogger Seabiscuit said...

I want to try the pumpkin cheesecake at Starbucks. I like Kohl's by the way. I am fasinated by the fact that you have your nails done.

I visit a local cafeteria often. Working at the take out counter is a lady with gorgeous nails. She has tiny pictures painted on her nails. I try not to stare. But, I do love looking at her nails.

5:55 PM PST  
Blogger NursePam said...

LOL! I have very short acrylic nails that look natural. My real nails are thin and brittle

6:37 PM PST  

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