Lunch - Champagne and Sushi

Sushi and champagne lunches either turn your stomach or lead to a sexy do. Upon asking a friend if they had any lunch plans I was informed that they had none and would be willing to pick me up on the Harley and venture downtown! Having been a while since I had been on a bike ride I followed my immediate instinct to put my airplane arms out for at least a little stretch of road and think not of the bugs hurling to their death upon my helmet.

As I had neither burden of driving home or the picking up the check I ordered a champagne cocktail. Yes the drink oft relegated to the elderly and apparently me. Having not had indulged in one in ages it was an excellent compliment to a lovely lunch. I mentioned my grand attempts at forcing myself outside of comfort zone despite the protest of my internal coward and the jeans that said otherwise regarding their fit. So my friend had the waiter select our entire meal. It was a surprise, spicy, sometimes crunchy and nothing we would have ordered it was perfect.

My name is Nikita and I have visible roots showing. Lots of reasons why it had not been taken care of but they were there. White hair strands in a Mexican standoff for the attention span of my Harley driving friend. Gracefully I was informed I had joined a new club, HIT. Like I looked HIT with some WTF. If needing elaboration ask a seventeen year old.

I was told after lunch we would be going to a SURPRISE destination. Surprise! Immediately I regress to my five year old self and start interrogating. OOOHH, will we be going so I can my nose pierced again or maybe get a tattoo? Cause Harley ain't never taken me to a bookstore or to a lecture. In the kindest of words which can be given over way spicy noodles and my roots starring him down he said we were going to walk down the road to the first salon and I was going to be left there until something had been done with what I was calling the hair on my head.

Mixed feelings. Super cool getting my hair taken care of at no cost to myself by one of the trendy cooler than thou salons. Damn I have suburban mom written all over me. All I needed was my school sponsored coupon book and thirteen pictures of my kids to accost strangers with.

Having exited from having my hair done in a spellbinding manner I wanted to sing from the top of my lungs "I Feel Pretty" and twirl about. Voicing this want I was immediately reminded that I was essentially tone deaf, would cause pain to others, and would detract from the sexy new do. Truth is painful at times.

Lesson learned. All of the afternoon was unplanned and completely spontaneous. Planning everything leaves nothing to chance and without chance life is dry.