What a Crappy Day

I woke up to the sun shining in my face and no alarm going off. It was nearly 9 o'clock, so I got up and made a pot of coffee (full disclosure, Mr Archer, I did it with the Krups today.) and drank a couple of cups while watching Dylan Ratigan. Don't you hate when you get to sleep until you wake up and have to relax for a couple hours without rushing off to catch a jam-packed rush hour subway? Awful, isn't it?

I looked out the window and saw that it was a blue-sky, sunshiny day. Aww, dang it! So I put on my bathing suit and made myself a mango-banana-watermelon-orange smoothie with a handful of frozen blueberries thrown in for good measure. It's such a bummer to have fresh fruit in the fridge and a working blender. Sigh.

I got on the train at 11:20 and less than an hour later I was stepping into the sunshine at New York's own funky beach town, Coney Island. It was surprisingly crowded for a weekday, but I staked out a nice little plot of beach and lounged for about 3 hours. The ocean was not too cold and it was crystal clear today. It really sucked, I gotta tell you, to sit on the beach with a book and an icy bottle of water and be surrounded by the happy screams of a kids' day camp playing in the sea.

When I left the beach, I stopped at the Beach Shop (I love that it's called what it is, no clever names, it's just so basic) and bought a t-shirt with a mermaid on the front, then I went to Nathan's (home of the original 4th of July hot dog eating contest) and got a dog and some bacon cheese fries and a big beer, I sat at a table in the sun and ate my lunch and read my book. It was truly terrible.

On my way home, I stopped and got a pedicure to replace my month-old Hollywood pedicure. Isn't it terrible to sit in a cushy chair that massages your back while someone rubs your feet and calves and paints your toes a silvery rose color? (Ulterior motive -- to get Archer to crawl after me slobbering and drooling. You think I'm kidding.)

Then I topped the day off with some naked playtime with my SNF and I'm ready to boil some pasta and heat up the lovely bolognese that I made early this week.

Wasn't that just a crappy day?