i went out last night. rick and i went to the bovine to see the weekend (who were awesome). i had the good fortune of meeting Randie and some of his band-mates. thanks for the jager, randie. nothing like some cinnamon flavoured booze to make you see stars.
it was a pretty good night. i was motivated to go out because i had my hair cut by the amazing rodrigo in the late afternoon. he is an enchanting creature, fully capable of working miracles. not only did he nail the cut i wanted (well, that in itself isn't all that difficult, since i get the same cut all the time) but he arranged to open early tuesday so he can style my hair before my grad photos take place. wee. too bad mount etna has moved itself onto my forehead and is about to erupt. c'est la vie.
but i digress.
before going to the bovine, rick and i went for drinks at casey's. why casey's? because it was close to where we parked. a very gino waiter became excessively interested in making me a special drink (fruankly i'm weary of such unwarranted attention). not only did he make me a drink for free, but he even spelled out my name in chocolate sauce in the concoction. he was fascinated by the fact that both my name and i are hungarian. oh i shouldn't be so sinister, he was nice and i drank for free. rick was a little outraged that he was trying to pick me up. this is interesting, since rick and i are just friends (and have been for 5 years now) and well, it connects to the rest of this drawn-out, insignificant story.
at the bovine, no boy looked at me. well, not true. i overheard a group of men say that i looked "all right". hmmm. comment away, boys. you're all too chicken-shit to come and talk to me. oh the woes of having male friends!
similarly, upon leaving, some man from granada stopped us and asked for money. i gave hiim $3. he must have been impressed because he turned to rick and said "sir, this woman is your future." and "don't let her get away." he claims he is psychic (he got if from his grandmother) and can tell that rick and i are taking it slow but we'll be married soon. much amused at that. well worth the $3.
it was a pretty good night. i was motivated to go out because i had my hair cut by the amazing rodrigo in the late afternoon. he is an enchanting creature, fully capable of working miracles. not only did he nail the cut i wanted (well, that in itself isn't all that difficult, since i get the same cut all the time) but he arranged to open early tuesday so he can style my hair before my grad photos take place. wee. too bad mount etna has moved itself onto my forehead and is about to erupt. c'est la vie.
but i digress.
before going to the bovine, rick and i went for drinks at casey's. why casey's? because it was close to where we parked. a very gino waiter became excessively interested in making me a special drink (fruankly i'm weary of such unwarranted attention). not only did he make me a drink for free, but he even spelled out my name in chocolate sauce in the concoction. he was fascinated by the fact that both my name and i are hungarian. oh i shouldn't be so sinister, he was nice and i drank for free. rick was a little outraged that he was trying to pick me up. this is interesting, since rick and i are just friends (and have been for 5 years now) and well, it connects to the rest of this drawn-out, insignificant story.
at the bovine, no boy looked at me. well, not true. i overheard a group of men say that i looked "all right". hmmm. comment away, boys. you're all too chicken-shit to come and talk to me. oh the woes of having male friends!
similarly, upon leaving, some man from granada stopped us and asked for money. i gave hiim $3. he must have been impressed because he turned to rick and said "sir, this woman is your future." and "don't let her get away." he claims he is psychic (he got if from his grandmother) and can tell that rick and i are taking it slow but we'll be married soon. much amused at that. well worth the $3.
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And what are you talking about...I talked to you.
I haven't had a cut I have been really happy with for years.