I took myself on a date!

First posted 9/8/16 While I originally planned on heading to the beach at some point during my day off on Tuesday, I decided to get some exercise in the sun at Crocker Park instead. I'm always blindly envious of the women I see in the store who use their husbands' credit cards to spoil themselves on a daily basis. While I would be terribly bored with a lifestyle like theirs (not to mention really, really uncomfortable spending lots of money that I didn't work for), I figured to reward my own hard work by taking myself on a date. I woke up early in my big fluffy white bed surrounded by [feaux] white peonies and ivy and two very real fuzzy kitty cats to make myself an enormous breakfast of fried eggs and avocado on toast with a fresh cup of strong, hot coffee. It wasn't breakfast in bed, but my kitties helped me make it, so I was happy. Then I polished my glasses, packed my credit cards, and headed out for a lovely day at Crocker Park. I found a prime parking spot and bee-lined for the Starbucks in Barnes and Noble, where I ordered a big fat PSL, even though it was almost 90 degrees. Being thus appropriately caffeinated, I allowed myself the luxury of meandering from store to store, with no real goal in mind other than eventually finding a new pair of jeans before I left. I stocked up on pumpkinny goodness from Bath and Body Works (I had a coupon) and some fun costume jewelry, and spent a little too long in Arhaus and Anthropologie, drooling over dreamy home furnishings that I could creatively recreate in my own tiny apartment. Once I realized I was starting to get tired and cranky and frankly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of delightful things, I wined and dined myself at B Spot with a giant bbq burger and a glass of Rosé on the patio, where I could watch the other fashionable shoppers hustling to and from their Benzes and Audis and BMWs. Then I shopped until I was quite satisfied and exhausted and lugged my own purchases back home again.