~Wednesday~ I rolled out of bed at 8:30 and after putting on a pot of coffee, logged into work. I was an obedient employee, and logged off between 2:30 and 3:00.
At around 3:00, I headed over to Great Clips for a $7.99 haircut, where LaToya cut my hair again, and finally didn’t say, “Have you been here before?” since I’ve been there a gazillion times, and about a gazillion-minus-about-five times she’s the one who has cut my hair.
I didn’t ask her to trim my eyebrows at the end like I always do, because I’ve got some kind of sty or infection or something going on in my left eye and I didn’t want her anywhere around it with her clippers and trimmer.
Walking around with my eye looking like it does, I can’t stop thinking about this:
I love the Sedarises.
From there I went to the gym even though I’m going to get a decent cardio workout in tonight while dancing. Gotta make up for some of the over-eating yesterday, and the inevitable one tomorrow.
I did 300 (15 sets of 20) ab crunches, and 30 minutes on the elliptical machine. It wasn’t at all busy there, so no real characters to speak of.
I watched bits and pieces of Oprah. That guy from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was on there, and they showed a clip of this thing called The Running of the Brides in Filene’s Basement. My only thought was, “Consumerism whores.”
He was saying something about some girl’s complexion—being what it was, she could pull off a white dress instead of a bone one (or some other ridiculous shade of white), so that she would be just beautiful. I thought, “How about the notion that you could wear whatever you feel good in and be beautiful no matter what?”
It’s amazing, especially when you’re not participating in it, seeing what people will buy (both literally and figuratively) in terms of what will make them beautiful and happy in life.
Dancing was fairly festive tonight. We had a good number of dancers and a decent crowd, which even though most were not paying any attention to the dancers, just makes it more festive for some queer reason.
What wasn’t festive was this totally obnoxious drunk woman who had no concept of line-dancing and two-stepping dance floor etiquette. For a couple of the dances, I just stopped in the middle of them to get away from her bouncing around like a pinball machine beside me, just waiting to cause me to twist or sprain an ankle.
Total empty space from ear to ear, and she was dancing barefoot most of the times. I can’t wait for the next Beer Pong game when someone gets her feet in their drink.
Chris zinnian was in (a rare) attendance this evening, and I had a nice two-step to Planet of Love with him. Joe Judge was also out, and I had a couple of great two-steps with him, and just an awesome shadow dance with him. He’s my favorite person of all to shadow dance with.
I left there at about 11:30, which is about 30 minutes later than normal. Got some good exercise in for sure.