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places the brushes back in the box and smiles at me. "Let's go get you dolled up for tonight, looks like he's worthy of your precious time and effort."
I grab my keys and we head out the door. We walk over to Jenna's car, a silver Mustang, and she unlocks the doors with a beep of her key-chain
"Where to first?" I ask as we both climb in.
"I was thinking some brunch and coffee, then off to a mani/pedi and facial, with hair and makeup done last of course." She says with confidence that the day is planned just right.
"All of which are much needed." I chuckle and point at my hair that's up in a messy bun.
Jenna laughs and starts the car, "Don't worry, you're in good hands... we'll have you looking like a star, he'll be proud to have you on his arm."
We both squeal with excitement like teenage girls. It's been too long since we've had a girl's day out, about as long as it's been since I've had a night out with a man.
She pulls out and heads downtown. First stop, Bistro 31 on Highland Park Village for Lemon Ricotta Pancakes with blueberry compote and their house coffee. They have the best Bistro Chef in the city, David Garwacki. I am in love with his culinary skills, he delights with unique combinations of foods that are in season, and the menu is full of delicious masterpieces. It's our favorite spot, Jenna makes a daily lunch run when we're working at the gallery.
The gallery crosses my mind, I haven't stepped foot in it since late Thursday night. I'm tempted to stop by there after my day with Jen, but I don't think I need to interrupt the flow of the day, so I excuse the thought from my mind. Then my dad's car envelopes my thoughts. I put my fork down and look at Jenna, who is indulging in her meal.
"Wish I could see my dad's car, I bet it's really rough. That car meant so much to my dad, I'm pretty worried about it." I say to her mid bite of her pancakes.
"Hey, stop worrying, today you need to focus on enjoying yourself. I'll take you on Monday to look at the car when the shop is open. We'll get it fixed back up, Ronni, don't let it get to you."
Her assurance is comforting, but still I have the thought lingering in the back of my mind throughout the remaining of our brunch. I wouldn't dare let my mom see it in the condition it must be in now, it would crush her. Although I'm sure she's more concerned about the fact that I'm not dead, but that car is an important memory to our little family.
We discuss happier thoughts and finish up our coffee. I bring the cup close to my nose and breathe in the aromatic smell of the fresh coffee before taking another sip, it's so nice to enjoy the simple things in life.
After we pay the bill and leave a generous tip for the adorable curly haired waitress that was very pleasant, as always at Bistro 31, we head back to the car to make it to our appointment at Pink Toes Nail Bar Spa downtown for our mani/pedi and facial sessions. When we arrive, I'm treated to a massage that Jen had set up as a special surprise for me. I need it, I have been so tense for a while now.
The masseuse brings me back to a dim lit room and has me undress while she steps outside. I strip down, throw the soft white bath towel around me loosely, and lie down on the warm and flat massage bed in front of me. The lady steps back into the room shortly after and turns on soft, calming music. I close my eyes and she begins massaging my neck, shoulders and back, while I drift into a fantasy.
I see Adrian, sitting shirtless on the edge of a bed that's covered in nothing but tan colored sheets. His face in his hands, his elbows propped upon his knees. I walk up to him, dressed in a white lace cami and matching thongs. I have on a pair of stilettos that are white satin with red bottoms. The room is empty, sheer curtains flowing from the cool breeze of the tall open windows. Everything around us is in a blur, I see nothing but him and I. He looks up at me as I near.
I run both of my hands through his hair, my fingers
I grab my keys and we head out the door. We walk over to Jenna's car, a silver Mustang, and she unlocks the doors with a beep of her key-chain
"Where to first?" I ask as we both climb in.
"I was thinking some brunch and coffee, then off to a mani/pedi and facial, with hair and makeup done last of course." She says with confidence that the day is planned just right.
"All of which are much needed." I chuckle and point at my hair that's up in a messy bun.
Jenna laughs and starts the car, "Don't worry, you're in good hands... we'll have you looking like a star, he'll be proud to have you on his arm."
We both squeal with excitement like teenage girls. It's been too long since we've had a girl's day out, about as long as it's been since I've had a night out with a man.
She pulls out and heads downtown. First stop, Bistro 31 on Highland Park Village for Lemon Ricotta Pancakes with blueberry compote and their house coffee. They have the best Bistro Chef in the city, David Garwacki. I am in love with his culinary skills, he delights with unique combinations of foods that are in season, and the menu is full of delicious masterpieces. It's our favorite spot, Jenna makes a daily lunch run when we're working at the gallery.
The gallery crosses my mind, I haven't stepped foot in it since late Thursday night. I'm tempted to stop by there after my day with Jen, but I don't think I need to interrupt the flow of the day, so I excuse the thought from my mind. Then my dad's car envelopes my thoughts. I put my fork down and look at Jenna, who is indulging in her meal.
"Wish I could see my dad's car, I bet it's really rough. That car meant so much to my dad, I'm pretty worried about it." I say to her mid bite of her pancakes.
"Hey, stop worrying, today you need to focus on enjoying yourself. I'll take you on Monday to look at the car when the shop is open. We'll get it fixed back up, Ronni, don't let it get to you."
Her assurance is comforting, but still I have the thought lingering in the back of my mind throughout the remaining of our brunch. I wouldn't dare let my mom see it in the condition it must be in now, it would crush her. Although I'm sure she's more concerned about the fact that I'm not dead, but that car is an important memory to our little family.
We discuss happier thoughts and finish up our coffee. I bring the cup close to my nose and breathe in the aromatic smell of the fresh coffee before taking another sip, it's so nice to enjoy the simple things in life.
After we pay the bill and leave a generous tip for the adorable curly haired waitress that was very pleasant, as always at Bistro 31, we head back to the car to make it to our appointment at Pink Toes Nail Bar Spa downtown for our mani/pedi and facial sessions. When we arrive, I'm treated to a massage that Jen had set up as a special surprise for me. I need it, I have been so tense for a while now.
The masseuse brings me back to a dim lit room and has me undress while she steps outside. I strip down, throw the soft white bath towel around me loosely, and lie down on the warm and flat massage bed in front of me. The lady steps back into the room shortly after and turns on soft, calming music. I close my eyes and she begins massaging my neck, shoulders and back, while I drift into a fantasy.
I see Adrian, sitting shirtless on the edge of a bed that's covered in nothing but tan colored sheets. His face in his hands, his elbows propped upon his knees. I walk up to him, dressed in a white lace cami and matching thongs. I have on a pair of stilettos that are white satin with red bottoms. The room is empty, sheer curtains flowing from the cool breeze of the tall open windows. Everything around us is in a blur, I see nothing but him and I. He looks up at me as I near.
I run both of my hands through his hair, my fingers
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