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no no, this isn’t about a bickering match between me and natty. though we had a couple good’ns over the weekend. i’ll lead with this tidbit and then circle back to the weekend. will you be able to handle it? i’m all anti linear today.

so i’m off to be onsite tomorrow for the next couple days. so i needed a haircut, you know to make them feel better about all the money they’re wasting to fly me out to ohio, set me up with a car, and filling my belly with cowboy steaks and hugeass glasses of wine.  so i head to the local hair cutting chain, which i have mentioned before . so anyway this time the wait was pretty short, it being monday at lunchtime in a holiday, and i was paired up with very large very outgoing woman that has the center chair infront of the door.. i assume that’s the prime spot, but i dunno. so anyway she grilled me on what i wanted. i’m sorta passive in some (read all) situations, and this one wouldn’t have any of that.. the "..just a trim, short on sides and back and trim on the top" didn’t seem to work. "do you want just scissors or CLIPPERS?" fine just the fucking clippers.."there are 4 guards on the clipper, what guard do you want..?" give me a 3.5 or a 4….she just kept pushing and pushing. then she finally announced "OK now i know, i didn’t think you’d want me to ‘bald’ you "

is that a hair style, to be "balded". very strange.

right so she starts to do her whole thing, and then gets a phone call. there was no "i’ll call you back" or anything like that, she just kept cutting and talking, talking and cutting. so i dunno who she was talking to, the were trying to set up some sort of date, or event or something, but the times weren’t working out, her kids needed to be picked up from school, or something this or that, or something… so finally the chick says " oh so don’t have a fight on saturday?" this was interesting to me. who was she talking to, a boxer? kick boxer? ultimate fighting competition dude? female mud wrestler. i dunno, but it was very odd. needless to say i tipped her well. i don’t want fighter dood coming after me.

so the weekend was fast, super fast this time, i dunno why, it just seemed fast. i ran some errands on saturday, which included getting some new shoes, and having an eye exam. you see, i was feeling particularly blind lately especially when i’m wearing my contacts…so i got the exam all set up..turns out that my right eye has actually gotten better, and because i’m all mr astigmatism, that was throwing off the focal point of my contact or some shit. at any rate, i got a new perscription and it fucking kicks ass. not only that, i got lenscrafters to fix my non new media glasses for free. that’s good shit.

armed with clear vision i set out to ruin it…first stop saphire central. god i love gin. there i said it, I LOVE GIN.

sunday we headed to a restoration hardware "warehouse sale". we’ve been to one before,  the idea is they take there outrageously expensive shit, and lower the price by a grand and it’s supposed to be a bargin all of a sudden. the best is when they try to sell shit that has obviously been dropped from about 20 feet and is totally fucked. oh they’ll cut you a sweet deal and drop 1500 off that 4k dresser, i mean since it’s missing a leg and 2/3rds of the drawers don’t work. the real joy is the people watching, rich cheap yuppies, what an interesting breed. i assume they’re like me, their parents didn’t have much growing up, but worked really hard and made some $$ for themselves, so the kids, while have never wanted for much, have this compulsion to try and save money, but in the end, have such yuppie tastes that there is no real saving…or something. apparenlty people drive down from philly and shit for this. amazing. well we bought some 1 dollar pillow "shams" (not sure what that is exactly) marked down from 49.99. i guess that’s a deal…innnit?

after that we went back to the ethiopian place (not my call) turns out they don’t serve booze on sundays. it really brought the fraility of my little world to the fore….here i am, eating food, while excellent, is not what i want…and i can’t get a beer with it. i swear, you could have told me the nazi’s where invading and i would have upset me less. however, i survived…..somehow.

and so that’s it, my friends…winter has finally struck, young master henry is all upset, as he can’t properly report to work….it’s 19 degrees out and he can’t run around outside all day. it’s a damn shame. well anyway. more tomorrow.