Today I was able to enjoy an elusive thing called a paid day off. Happy MLK Day to me. Keith had to work, but just a half day, so I went in to see where he works. He made me dress up. A skirt was involved. I had to dig out the chainsaw & shave my legs.
Just a little friendly heads up. If you're going to shave your legs don't put bath oils in the water. It was like using Elmer's glue instead of shaving cream.
Even though I went along with Keith's evil plan I tried to weasel my way out of putting on make-up. I used to wear make-up in high school a lot. Not in school itself, but after school & on weekends. Now, if I wear make-up more than twice a year it's because somebody (let's assume it's Keith) is blackmailing me somehow. We got halfway to St. Charles when Keith reminded me to put my make-up on before we got to city hall.
Oops, forgot my purse. No make-up.
Darn.
Oh, look, there's a Walgreen up ahead. Full of make-up.
Darn.
Keith also insisted I wear these black high heals. I would have rather worn stilts. We were going to go walking along Main Street after he got off work & eat at one of the restaurants down there, so he did me a favor & suggested I bring another pair of shoes for walking around. I only had to wear the high heals when I went into city hall so he could show me off to the people he works with, then I could switch to the flats.
Good idea in theory.
In reality I don't know which shoes sucked worse. The high heals were really high. It was like walking on my tippy-toes. I did not buy them. They were a present from somebody (let's assume it's Keith) who's never worn high heals a day in his life. You would think the flats would be more comfortable, but while the high heals made the ends of my feet feel like they were trapped in a pair of shiny black vinyl vices, the flats made my heels feel like rats were nibbling their way through my Achilles tendons.
While I was waiting for Keith to get off work I wandered around Main Street.
Wandered all the way to the Enchanted Attic.
As far as I know it's the only New Age store in St. Charles. It used to be upstairs, so it sort of was an attic, but now it's on the first floor. I suppose it's easier for tourists to find, but it's a lot smaller now and let's face it, there's no such thing as an attic on the first floor.
I'd be in serious trouble if I worked there because I'd let them pay me in tarot cards and gemstones. I'd probably owe them money at the end of the week. Today I got off easy. I bought 3 quartz crystal points and a selenite wand about six inches long and it was only about $12. It would have been easy to spend ten times that much. Their collection of tarot decks is pretty skimpy but they'll custom order just about anything. Of course, I could probably get on-line & custom order just about anything myself, but I bet they get a pretty sweet discount.
I was amazed at how many bars and restaurants there were on Main Street. I remember when I was little they blocked off Main Street and tried to turn it into a big, long, open air mall. It turned the place into a big, long, open air ghost town.
We ate at a nice little bar-restaurant named R.T. Weiler's. It was kind of late & there weren't many people there but the food was great. I had a Philly & Keith had a hamburger. I'm a big fan of Philly sandwiches. This one was kind of strange because it didn't just have onions, it had banana peppers mixed in, too. I've seen them with green peppers once in a while, but I've never had one with banana peppers. It wasn't too bad, but I ended up picking about half of them off & sneaking them on Keith's plate.
The Blues were playing & the bar had the game on all three screens. I like hockey well enough, but I'm not a rabid fan. At least I wasn't. The game's kind of grown on my all of a sudden. When the bartender came over with our bill he explained that on game nights you get a discount based on how many goals the Blues score. They had three when we checked out so he gave us 30% off our bill. Pretty sweet. Dinner & three drinks for $20.
Can't beat that with a stick.
Unless it's a hockey stick I guess.
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