Today at work was spent mostly thinking up excuses. First off, Hockey Temper told me he was going on vacation next week, so I might want to start thinking up excuses now on why I can't work Saturday night. He's all for me letting the place go to hell that night, just so he can find out what they'd do. What I came up with? My V-Day present to Girl is tickets to a "Broadway" show on, you guessed it, Saturday night. Of course this isn't at all true, but damn if it ain't a god one, if I do say so myself. "I paid $18o for these tickets and Girl is so excited. I just can't do it. You really should have brought this up earlier!" Heh.Then Hockey Temper wanted to go home early, but couldn't think of a reason, so I suggested he say he had to go to his next job earlier tonight, so he needed to leave earlier to get in a quick shower and stuff. Apparently it worked.
Speaking of HT's other job, it's counting things for invetories at stores like A&F, American Eagle, etc. Yesterday he said he did a Forever 21, and could hardly concentrate with all the eye-candy walking around in there. His comment: "You could just put a camera at the enterance, and that would be it's own porn." Heh. As Girl would say, "Ugh, boys!"
After work we went to BD's Mongolian BBQ. I always feel sorry for the people making the stuff because my bowls always kill them. I literally take every hot sauce and spice I can find and dump them on some type of meat. Obviously this creates a rather noxious cloud when cooked that's somewhat akin to tear gas. Tastes good, though.
And, after that, it was time for a haircut. Us, being the classy folks we are, went to Walmart. Luckily, though, they seem to have dumped their old lineup of crusty old hags and brought in some new blood. The girl that did my hair was really nice, pretty hot, and very attentive. All very good qualities in someone running their fngers through your hair for a half hour or so. She got a $5 tip out of me...big spender am I. Sadly, she seemed impressed.
While I was doing that, Girl got her nails done. After I told her about my haircut experience, Girl went ahead and got a trim while we were there. I went with her and hung out, and it was pretty funny when I went back and presented my wife. The girl looked so scared, like Girl was there to rip her a new asshole for fucking up my hair. Of course, my hair was in no way fucked up (it looks about as good as my hair can look), so she was pretty relieved when she found out Girl just wanted a cut too.
Anyway, we all had a pretty good time while she cut girl's hair, and it sounded like she might wanna hang out with us sometime. She said her and her fiance just moved here from Indiana and it's hard to make friends and she felt like she'd known us her whole life, etc. Works for me. Another $5 tip for her.
I figured it up earlier and it had been six months since I had a haircut, not because I wanted to grow my hair into the haggard rats-nest it was, just because I had been too damn lazy to go and get it done before now. But, at last, the nappy mess is gone. Pics for whoever wants them, just gimme a holler by one of my various contact routes.
Anyway, that about sums up today.
Oh, one bit of funny conversation that happened during my haircut:
A little girl, around 3, is sitting with her mom behind us.
Little girl: Mommy, I love you!
Stylist and I: Awwww... *giggles*
Little girl: Can I have a sucker?
Stylist and I: HA!!!
Wooderson
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