Ok, ok...I've been out of commission for a bit (bit = month and a half). But, I'm still here and still watching the site everyday...and was struggling to think of what I wanted to say as a return article until two weeks ago when I was north of San Diego California.
Specifically I was staying at a nice resort-type place called The Inn at Rancho Santa Fe in RANCHO SANTA FE, CA the third most expensive Zip Code in America where the residents of said community light people like me on fire to have a smoke. I had just finished speaking with some people at the University of California San Diego, gone back to my room to have a few phone calls and do some work when I realized I was starving. Fast forward to sitting in a cafe at 2PM Western time on the hotel property where local residents often come for a quick bite or drinks.
Let me point out, that at these moments I am a sponge. I try to take in all the local flavor and nuances by listening to the conversations around me and watching how the people interact with each other. Some might call this eavesdropping, but if you get paid to do this type of work, it is referred to as research!
On my right (not pictured) a mother and college-age daughter were sharing a meal together discussing upcoming needs, social calendar, and where the daughter was dining that night, I think she said Dick's Last Resort. The mother asked her if she needed an outfit to wear to the restaurant, and the daughter emphatically declined. I resisted the temptation to lean over and say, Dick's is not the place to wear an "outfit". Maybe a shock collar, and some heels - but an outfit? Not necessary.
However, the most interesting conversation heard was by the two women pictured in the photo above. They had stopped in the cafe to have some refreshment, and as they began to catch up with one another regarding their lives and what their respective families had going on, it seemed they had a newish relationship.
I listened carefully to them talk about what the kids were doing, friends they had in common, and general town gossip. Then one of the ladies asked the other one, "Who did your eyes?" I assumed she was referring to the other ladies makeup.
But the other one responded right away - "The first time, Dr. So-and-so did them, and it was ok. But Dr. So-and-so touched them up a month ago and I just love his work." First lady reacts, "Oh yeah, they look great...I should get him to do mine."
"You really should, his office is so nice. The staff are really easy going and they just make you feel like it's not even a medical office. You know?"
"Maybe I should get everything done then..."
Raucous laughter....
ME...walking back to the room and looking at my eyes in the mirror...should I get them done?
