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Manicures, Pedicures and Soccer

This morning I treated myself to a manicure and a pedicure.
It had been over a month since I'd last gone to the beauty parlor.
(Does anybody else call it that anymore?)
As usual, I enjoyed my time there.

Whenever I go, I just watch whatever is on the TV, which is more often than not a soap opera in Spanish, or I listen to the conversations of the other ladies who are there.

Sometimes, I just space out and then I realize I haven't been watching what the manicurist has been doing. I chide myself for not paying attention because I like to give her tips about what I would like her to do.

After she's done, I usually stay for 15 minutes or so waiting for my nails to dry, but today I left right away. And, for a good reason: we were going to the Ecuador - Paraguay qualifying match for the 2018 World Cup in Russia. Ecuador is undefeated in South America and today they tied 2 - 2 against Paraguay with minutes remaining on the clock. Tuesday, the national team goes to Baranquilla, Colombia to face off against their long-time rival.

I am a huge fan of most sports and often get carried away by MY team. Whether it's the NY Yankees, any of the San Francisco Bay Area Teams or the Ecuadorean national team, I can get pretty crazy when viewing a game. Today was no different. It was an action-packed, emotion filled game.

The Ecuadorean team was missing several key players that are hurt and so couldn't play. There was last-minute juggling of the starting line-up and the team didn't look as smooth as they have during this qualifying round. Nevertheless, the stadium was packed. There was yellow everywhere you looked. And, everyone was happy to be there. I screamed and yelled and got as emotional as the next guy when our team scored their respective goals.

Now, I am exhausted. My throat is hoarse and my feet hurt even though we were sitting during most of the 90 minute game. But, it's the emotion that has tired me out. I don't mind though. We'll be sitting down to eat, soon. (My husband is the chef in the family, by the way.) Then, we can relax. I will read before going to bed, but not before talking with my husband a little more about today's game. Starting tomorrow, though, the talk will center around Tuesday's Ecuador - Colombia match.

Bring it on! I love a good soccer game.

Cross posted to Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life March Challenge, Day #24.


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