Room full of mirrors

Just got my haircut (no this is not a Twitter entry).

Why is it notable, then?

Maybe it was because it’s the first time I’ve ever driven anywhere in Red Bank (I correctly anticipated a thunderous storm, so I decided to drive and not get soaked.)

Maybe it’s because just as I reached the door of xxxxxxxx, I realized I only had $40 on me – not quite enough for a haircut and an Alicia-worthy tip ; )

Maybe it’s because as I left the ATM, the sky opened up, drenching me in buckets of rain far from my car, negating my premonition of the storm. So much for preparation. Or, maybe not...

Clouds break, rainbow appears high in the eastern sky.

Maybe it’s because two of the girls (I’m sorry, young women) went at me with hair dryers when they saw how soaked I was. That felt fucking sweet, as it was overpoweringly air conditioned indoors and the warm air and hands felt pretty damn good on my legs, arms and chest. Every part of my body feels like it just got laid, except for my hang’n’it. There? Swampy, which will need to be corrected post haste via a lather-esque shower. But anyway...

Maybe that will preqil a visit to the Tiki Bar later. Who am I kidding? I'd rather let ride. So to speak.

I think the haircut went well, too. It looks OK, even with all the smooth and sticky products she massaged into me once she was done with the scissors and clippers.

I guess I’ll find out after I sleep on it, if I can look myself in the mirror tomorrow.