the hook-up, all that jazz, and alleviating the potential for ugly-american-ness

i picked up my better-than-new pathfinder today and had the best pedicure of my entire life courtesy of my aunt debbie. i will be getting a haircut and a massage at the same salon next week. what the hell is going on? part of me instinctively wants to view these luxuries as preparation/compensation for some horror that lies ahead. and the other part of me just wants to say yippee! keep it coming!

and in the moment, part of me wants to say, "deb, i really appreciate it, but i can't accept anything else. i'm 28 and a half for goodness sake." and the other part of me is just so grateful that i say, "really? you mean it? gee thanks!" and boy do i mean it.

(am i too old for such hand-outs? probably. am i just obsessing to ease my guilt? yup. so this is the last you'll hear of it.)

watching all that jazz again. probably one of the best films ever made with one of the most interesting back stories. at the least it's one of my favorites. an autobiographical pic about bob fosse by bob fosse. what a prick. what a guy. it's just occurred to me on this viewing that, aside from the dancing, it's akin to the life the husband would wish for. hell, it's akin to the life i would wish for too. (by the way, some people think this movie is totally bizarre. you are forewarned.)

and, tada, ora parlo italiano (which i hope means "now i speak italian"). ok not really, but i am studying it. using an audio program that is sinking in surprisingly well. i have another for french i hope to start in a week, and if those go well enough, i'm going to look into a spanish one too but only after i come back from my trip. i only have so much confidence in my ability to retain new vocabulary, let alone vocabulary from two languages i've never looked at before. i'm just trying to pick up enough of each that i can get by with child-like conversation.