The Lost Weekend
posted in Friends, Family, Et Al., Life in LA, The Kitchen Sink |Went out in Hermosa Beach last night with a big group of people to listen to this band. What band you ask? I have no idea. I don’t remember much about the actual band as I spent most of the night obsessing about (a) the fact that I had somehow lost my driver’s license on the trek between the front door and the restroom and then (b) the fact that I had somehow found my license and would be spared the ordeal of going to the LA DMV. I oftentimes have a one track mind (see numerous posts about my hair); this borders on being obsessive compulsive when I’m drinking. As the night progressed, my friends noticeably winced when they saw me start to say something, wisely and correctly reasoning that it would, in all likelihood, have something to do with my license. They started ducking out of sight when possible. Did I mention I lost and then found my license? =)
Speaking of my hair (you know you were waiting for it), one of my friends requested I post about The Mullet Months. Many of you have already heard this tale of woe. Please feel free to skip ahead.* About two months ago, I went with a friend to see her hair stylist. As it turns out, his English wasn’t the best and my Mandarin is nonexistant, so I gave him too much discretion and not enough direction. No one told me that his de facto haircut, unless specifically told otherwise, is a mullet. Yes, for the first two months of this year, I sported a mullet. (*hangs head in shame*) Children would laugh and point and adults averted their eyes from the disaster atop my head. I’m only sharing this because I realized last night that I’ve finally shed all traces of the mullet. It was a cathartic moment. In an effort to put the painful incident behind me, I’m writing this post and forever closing the door on The Mullet Months.
*There’s nothing ahead. Sorry. The mullet’s all I’ve got at the moment. Check back in a few days. Stop harassing me already. I can’t write under this kind of pressure. Ack!