Desert Diva

I’m glad that the weekend is over. It was one of the crummiest weekends I’ve had in awhile. Of course, part of it had to do with my expectations…

Saturday, I commenced with my “latte and loafing.” I had a very nice double skinny latte and a multi-seed toasted bagel. (OK, with butter – shhh!) Since Dillard’s is having the end of the summer season shoe sale (75% off), I decided to travel to El Paso to peruse the “larger” Dillard’s. I spied a very cute pair of Italian designer black flats – uh, maybe I should say “flat” since I found one on the rack. I asked three salespeople, looked on each rack, and also through the “piles of debris” that people had left from trying on sale shoes. After spending an hour (I kid you not) of my time looking, I finally gave up.

However, I perked up after visiting the Popeye’s for some spicy fried chicken, red beans and rice, and a biscuit. Afterwards, I sped home to attend the screening of the New Mexican made movie – “Becoming Eduardo.” I put on a summer dress and before leaving “spritzed” myself with Chance by Chanel – but only two spritzes! Upon entering the theatre I sat down by two women and chatted a little. Well, until one of them began to sneeze. I know that some people are very sensitive to fragrances, and asked if that might be the problem. She thought it might be. So, I took my two spritzed self to another seat in the back of the theatre.

There seemed to be a lot of commotion in the control booth, and finally the “director” told the audience that there would be no screening of the movie – only clips. Apparently he had found out earlier in the afternoon that if the film was shown to an audience in its entirety, that it would be “disqualified” from the Sundance Film Festival. If I were related to the director, I might have felt there was a reason to stay… However, I did stop and photograph the above scene on my way home – the light was beautiful.

Sunday was one of those days when I just couldn’t get motivated to do a lot – I lazed around and started reading “Marley and Me.” A cute book, but not life changing in any sense of the word. However, I decided that I would go and have a drink at the bar of the restaurant where I went for dinner with three of my girlfriends a couple of weeks ago. They INSISTED that the guy who came over to talk to us was “interested” in me. So, I went. The bar was virtually empty since there had been a September 16th (Mexican Independence Day) celebration in the plaza.

The Grito de Dolores (”Cry of Dolores”) was the battle cry of the Mexican War of Independence, uttered on September 16, 1810 by Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, a Roman Catholic priest from the small town of Dolores, near Guanajuato.

Well, “B” was there – sitting by a woman whose shoulders he kept rubbing while chatting up a Texas looking couple. Why did I go? I actually don’t know since I haven’t really been attracted to any men since my last relationship. Anyway, I had a very nice glass of Pinot Noir and a bar snack of smoked salmon with capers. Then, home I went to be greeted by the ever faithful Cali.

Today, I promptly went to purchase a “little bauble” that I’ve been eying. It was 75% off, and I DESERVE it. At least it will look good on the wrist that isn’t “screwed up” until I have the surgery…

Seriously, it’s a Bulova Accutron watch with a stainless steel band. I like watch faces that don’t have numerals, and it’s gold and silver. I “almost” bought the black face, but the bracelet was completely silver. I’ve already taken it to a jeweler to have some links taken out and it fits “perfectly!”

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