Today I finally got to make the phone call, finally got to say the words out loud: “Hi, I’d like to make an appointment. I need to get my roots done.”
After my bell hooks Youtube marathon last night, the new Beyonce “Party” video just isn’t as much fun as I was hoping it’d be.
Tomorrow at 61 Local here in Brooklyn, I’m having my book party with all of my friends, hopefully including you. If I haven’t been bothering you about coming yet, I am now: Come! It’ll be fun! They have a great selection of beers, including a barleywine-ish one where the beer is aged in bourbon barrels and tastes alarmingly just like bourbon and shares almost the same alcohol content. And they’re putting my Vegetarian Bahn Mi on the menu for the night at the very reasonable price of $5 (there’s other delicious menu items, too). 7:30 til whenever. Books will be for sale, too, of course, thanks to Greenlight Bookstore.
I get a strange thrill from going into the bathroom with my hair parted on one side, then coming out with it parted on the other. Life is short. Live a little.