Twenty-five minutes later I am fully relaxed. I still can't wait to see what else this amazing day holds. I then go into the changing room and change into my bathing suit. A few minutes later, I am wearing my bathing suit. "Ok, I am ready to go for my swim." I walk up to the door that leads to the pool a sign has been posted 'Pool closed for cleaning, come back later.' I am ok with that, time for my manicure, and my pedicure." I go and get changed back into my clothes, and then I head to the nail salon. They are waiting for me. "Hello and welcome to Swen Nails, are you ready for your manicure and pedicure?" Oh my they already know what I want done. Then it hits me I told them when I got here. Duh. I laugh little on the inside. She walks away I follow a safe distance behind her. Wondering what they are going to start with. They sit me down in a pedicure chair; I then think to myself "ok they are starting with my feet." Boy was I wrong another woman comes up asking for my hand. Oh my gosh both at once. They start off with relaxing my feet, and then they start on my hands. A few minutes later they bring around chocolate and white chocolate covered strawberries on one tray, and on the other glasses of wine. "Mrs. Deveraux, would you like some strawberries, and a glass of wine?" "Don't mind if I do." I know the life of a celebrity is all glitz and glamour. But, behind the scenes, they are just normal people, just like everybody else. I am getting a much unexpected first-hand view, so there's my proof on that one. I laugh. I honestly don't see how she does it. Filming in different locations, having all the meetings, sports, being a wife, and a mother. And still act so calm. I can really say I have a different perspective on how the life of a celebrity really is. I look at the clock on the wall it reads 11:50. I ask if we can continue after lunch they shake their heads in agreement, so now the decision is where to go. There is fast-food or a sit down relax able place. I think I will go somewhere I can relax, I don't want fast paced anything today. Ok, the next decision what nationality of food do I want? American, Italian, German, French, Oriental? Italian sounds very good right now. Ok, which place there are three nearby. Let's see there's Christopher's Italian Restoranti, there's Sparoli Italian, and Spirit Fox Italian Co. Hmm they all sound so good. I look at my watch it reads 12:00. I think I will go to Sparolis, that sounds real good right about now. I get into my car, and drive a couple blocks and a few minutes later I realize that I am guessing I just have perfect timing today. Because just as I pull into the parking lot for the place a front door parking spot becomes available. A few minutes later I have pulled into that spot, and I am getting out of the car and I am heading to the door. The wait staff are opening the doors for me and acting like they knew I was going to be coming here before I did. This is kind of weird. "Welcome to Sparolis" they all say in unison with the best Italian accents they can possibly do and with big grins on their faces. Which their accents are not Italian, I will say that much I smile and nod my head in acceptance. I walk up to the host stand they already have a menu waiting for me. Again, kind of weird. They sit me down and bring me a basket full of bread, oh the bread just melts in your mouth, and their minestrone soup oh it is to die for (not literally of course) I laugh a little. "Your waiter will be right with you." They say as they turn to walk away. A few minutes later I hear "Hi, Mrs. Deveraux I am Matt, I'll be your waiter this afternoon, what can I get you to drink?" I am surprised; Matt is treating me like a human not a celebrity, but a person. I appreciate that very much. "Yes, Matt, I would like a coke with light ice." Matt smiles as he walks away. Man, today is going better than expected. Matt then walks up snapping my reality back into check. "Here you go" he hands me my drink "what can I get you, or do you need a minute?" I am always ready when I come here. I don't even have to look at the menu. "Yes Matt I would like to order. I will start with the minestrone soup as an appetizer, and then I would like to have the cheese ravioli and an order of the spinach lasagna." "Ok, it will be out very quickly." he says then turns to go put my order in. I sit here thinking about how weird but very cool these last few days have been. I can only imagine what is to be expected to happen the rest of today and even the rest of the week. I say very happily. A few minutes have passed, and then Matt brings me my minestrone soup. Oh, the aroma, of the place very Italy if you will. Anyway, he is very careful taking the bowl from his plate to the table right in front of me. He then completes that and notices that my drink is half gone; he asks "would you like a topper?" I shake my head approvingly. Matt looks as if he is in his early twenties, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He takes my glass and goes to top it off. I take a piece of bread and dip it into the bowl on soup to soak up the liquid. I go to eat that piece of the bread and, oh my gosh the taste oh there is no words to explain it. It's kind of one of them situations to where you have to be here to know. Matt comes back "Here you go" he startles me. I jump I also came very close to knocking the drink over that he had on his tray, he hands me my drink "I am so sorry I didn't mean to startle you." He is very apologetic. Even though it's my fault entirely. Matt really has some great reflexes, that's for sure. I look at my watch it reads 12:30; Today is going so amazingly well. And by the look of the planner days like this don't happen very often. It seems maybe one day out of every three to four months if that. But if you ask me she, well, to me, it's well worth it. Well-deserved in other words.
