I remember a time when comic books were only a quarter each. A time when you could go see a movie without having to sit through a bunch of commercials. A time when you could go to a barbershop – not a hairdresser or a salon or a spa but a barbershop, a place where you could actually walk in and get your hair cut without having to book an appointment in advance. Sometimes, even on a Sunday! So what the hell happened? Am I expected to believe that, nowadays, guys would just prefer to have their hair styled rather than cut? Or that the modest number of aforementioned businesses can barely keep up with the enormous demand for their services? I spent yesterday afternoon looking for a simple neighborhood barbershop – and came up empty. I’m at the point where I’m actually considering cutting my own hair. I mean, how hard can it be?
Today, I met my friend Denise for desserts at Ganache Patisserie for some cakes and conversation…
She had the Matcha-Exotique (green tea mousse, mango-passionfruit gelée, lychees, black sesame biscuit joconde) which she enjoyed but I found way to fruity for my liking. The mango-passionfruit component overwhelmed. On the other hand, I loved my old standby = the Concorde Praline (hazelnut cocoa meringue, chocolate guimauve, dark chocolate praline mousse, chocolate chantilly). We got a Lemon Meringue Tart “for the table” which I found a little too tart. At Denise’s insistence that I try something new, I accompanied my dessert with a cup of Lapsan Souchong tea redolent of bacon. We chatted. Or, more to the point, I chatted – bemoaning my inability to secure a proper haircut, my dislike of air travel, and the soporific effects of the works of Henry James. Denise described me as “ranty”.
Well, I invalidated another credit card today after failing to remember the one of about a dozen pin numbers I’ve failed away in the back of my mind. I still hold that the neural interface would solve all of our problems – or, at the very least, making shopping a whole lot easier so far as I’m concerned.
Finally – my left hand is still bothering me, possessed of a dull ache that gets particularly bad at night. Tonight, I’m going to try alternating it between an ice bath and a Lush bath bomb hot bath in the hopes of restoring it to its former left hook glory. Failing that, I’ll just suck it up and look forward to complaining about it in tomorrow’s blog entry.
Well, we’re down to the Final Four in the NCAA March Madness Tournament – and, more importantly, the Final Two in our NCAA March Madness Office Pool. Ashleigh is still out in front with 94 points. Everyone else has stalled and I’m the only one who can overtake her – but to do so, I’ll need the West Virginia Mountaineers to win it all. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Ashleigh would just blown her winnings on modest shawls and vegetarian snacks.