My yoga teachers toenails: She makes the best color choices. I feel lame copying her -- yoga is done barefoot so my copycat toenail polish is there for all to see. Last week, she had this dreamy purple-blue opalescent color. I promptly went out and had my Vietnamese lady apply the same during my $20 pedicure. Now, this week, my yoga teacher has a sexy, dark -- almost black -- deep purple color. It's funny, but I feel by some cosmic coincidence next week I will have the same. Isn't that crazy?
British football (soccer) fans: loud and drunk before noon. There's some big game going on up my block at the sports bar for Brits/Aussies/and miscellaneous Europeans, like the Spanish. I can hear the screaming, singing and chanting all the way up here in my loft. If they win, they will celebrate by drinking beer; if they lose, they will commiserate, also with beer. Either way, I will have vomit on my sidewalks by 4:00 this afternoon.
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