I had all sorts of things to post — parties with both Brian and Hima, talks with R, all sorts of items checked off my to-do list.
But, really, it probably came down to my Sunday haircut. I’m lazy and when we first moved here I found a barber shop open on Sundays in Sunnyvale. Sheer momentum has kept me going back, even though the quality of haircuts over the last 2 years has been completely uneven.
Sunday was no exception — the man was on a Bluetooth headset while he cut my hair. He didn’t listen to anything I said and his questions were cursory at best — he started by combing my hair and by parting it on the wrong side. I had to quickly correct him. Isn’t this someting you should notice? To be fair, we started with ‘a trim, take off the sideburns, not a ton off the top but trim the sides.’ After I made him go back and shave the back of my head some more, the following photo is where we landed:
Now it isn’t awful, true. But: 1. he left the sideburns. After I asked twice to take them off. 2. He trimmed around my ears for no apparent reason. Seriously, you can see that gap — it’s not natural. 3. My bangs and top are a bit uneven and messy.
It’s fine; goodness knows things change and hair grows out. But annoying nonetheless.
I did get to talk to a hot Brazilian girl afterwards, at the pool. She is staying in my complex, in a studio with her ex-bf and his mother. Figure that one out. She didn’t speak English very well and I almost told her to stop by my apartment when she couldn’t handle that living situation. I wussed out, though I did tell her I needed to make her a martini (when she seemed extremely confused by the notion of an olive in a drink).
You know why I love blogging? I can make my life sound totally insane without even trying.