Club Deville.

Jun 13, 2001
I rolled out of bed today all groggily. I had more weird dreams last night too. I'll spare you the details this time since they were nothing special. The phone rang. "KarynRowan" - better pick it up. Her voice was all awake and cheerful. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I managed to glue words together to the effect that I did intend on getting my hair cut today. I threw some clothes on and cruised up to the salon.

Salon? Say what? Yes, not a barber, and not a pair of scissors, two bottles of beer, and my bathroom mirror. A genuine upscale, foreign accented, arguably overpriced, full-service salon! Adriana works there.

I arrived ten minutes early for my appointment. I figured I ought to look at magazines to pick out a haircut. Wrong!!! No sooner did I walk through the door than I was plopped down in a barber chair by a rambunctious British hair stylist. The queen of hearts had spoken, "off with his hair!".

For the next half hour, locks upon locks of my brown hair fell to the floor. He said he was giving me a Paul Weller (of The Jam) cut. HE CUT IT ALL OFF!!!!!!!!!!!! dfjhdkjfhskjfdhslkdjfhsldkjfhsdlf! But yeah, I like it, and I'm getting used to it.

My pal Cinde visited from San Antonio. I gave her the downtown Austin tour. (4th -> 6th -> Red River). We ran into my pal William at Ruta Maya. Karyn called and told us that she and Christie were at the Ritz, so I dragged William along to meet em. We all chit chatted for a bit and then William took off. It sucks that he's not 21 yet. Soon though. I think he'd get along pretty well with the posse.

Karyn, Christie, Cinde, David and I all chilled at the Ritz for a while. It's young Billy idol's birthday today and he was supposed to come celebrate at the Ritz. He never showed. We hit Club Deville and drank some delicious sour drinks. The conversation was brisk and fun. Cinde, Christie and David took back off for the Ritz while Karyn and I gabbed and gabbed.

Among other things, Karyn and I talked about what kind of girl I like. Her "hey, howabout her?" rate was way off. I think she has a better idea now. I hadn't thought about that in a while. Explicitly anyway... so that was fun.

We swaggered back over to the Ritz. I reaffirmed my ultimate supremacy in air hockey (since Adriana stayed home). Shot some pool. Chit chatted. Boogeyed on home. Wrote a bunch.

...and laid my body down to sleep.