When was the last time…
You got a really good haircut??? Hopefully it wasn’t too long ago. Anyway, I just got one, and it wasn’t easy. I took a really hard ballet class tonight (my New Year’s Resolution might be to stop taking ballet classes that are out of my reach, by the way), and during the class, as I was face to face with a mirror reflecting the Q-tip of fluff on my head, I vowed to get a good haircut immediately after. It’s a long ride home from the studio, and San Diego has more hair salons per square mile than any other place I’ve seen, so I thought it wouldn’t be hard to find a place. Well, most of the salons were closed (it was 6:15, for crying out loud), and the five that weren’t couldn’t take me. I’d almost made it all the way home when I found a nice-looking salon that was still open. The guy, Donn, said he’d take me, and he was very pleasant. Donn seemed to understand my hair issues and gave me the elusive hair-that-doesn’t-look-like-it-was-just-cut-haircut (the problem with such a cut is that people don’t even notice that you got one and so you lose that attention!). Now, I’m not saying that he made me runway-ready tonight, but he did do a great job of cleaning up my mop and improving the shape of my head. I’m satisfied. And the price was right, too! I always say, though, ’tis better to pay too much for a haircut, than too little. Feel free to write that on your hand until you know it by heart.
Another wish was granted tonight. My wonderful friend, Brian, offered to take me to Target to buy a space heater for my frigid bedroom (that’s frigid in temperature only, mind you). I’ve been wanting one for so long. I left my old one in New York. I didn’t think I’d need it here, but no one told me that San Diego gets fucking cold at night, especially in the winter. It was 50 this morning which might not seem cold to people in Chicago or the East Coast, but when it’s been nothing but 72 all day, a 20-degree temperature drop stings. The point is, I found a heater for only ten bucks, and now my room is warm and toasty. Unfortunately, space heaters make me sleepy so I’m going to hit the sack now.
I can’t just leave you with two paragraphs about stupid shit like haircuts and space heaters. There must be something more interesting to report. Hmmm…have you heard the new Beyonce song, "Check On It?" It’s my new favorite song even though it has B-side written all over it. Something about it is entrancing to me. Since my ghetto computer doesn’t support iTunes, I had to search for a way to listen online, and I did through aol music. Oh, I’m reading the uber-popular non-fiction "Blink" which mentions a singer named Kenna who is supposed to be incredible despite having failed in all market research tests. Why not google him and give him a listen? I haven’t yet, but I plan to. Maybe tomorrow morning….
November 30th, 2005 at 12:27 am
’tis better to pay too much for a haircut, than to cry in front of people you don’t know at supercuts.’
November 30th, 2005 at 9:53 am
Hey, there is nothing wrong with the $12 haircut at Astor Place. For your information, that barber was a surgeon in the former Soviet Union.
December 1st, 2005 at 3:08 pm
Patrick, I know how you feel about economical haircuts, and it seems to work for you if memory serves, but we’re going to have to agree to disagree on this matter.