Shalom, I cut bangs. I like them. They sort of force me to not be so fussy about my hair. And, they look a little bit rockabilly, which, doy, I like very much. Not baby bangs, just bangs, long, floppy bangs, but they’re awesome.
Speaking of awesome, the black and chrome Mini I lust after is parked across the street. Who are you and may I please have your car? What? You can have my car. That would totally be fair. Ohh, speaking of cars, not next weekend but next, when I head to Omaha for the (Downtown) Omaha Lit Fest, (gosh,ilovethatwebsite) I’ll have company this time. Jami Attenberg is flying to Chicago then driving out with me. Won’t that be a fun time? If our Omaha mojo continues, it’s bound to be an adventure– remember the semi-barfight she and I got into last year the night before the lit fest? (Her take on it— I always forget about the sweet couple that helped dispose of the ne’er-do-well.) Yeah. Oh, and the night we arrive, I’m doing the Omaha edition of Jonathan Messinger’s delightful Dollar Store Show. Same piece I did in June, complete with drill sgt. and fratboy impersonations by yours truly.
Going to see Mermaidhead after I do a cuppla things. She’s counting the days. If all goes as planned (and g-d forbid it should not, kaynahorah, puh puh puh) we’ll all get welcome little Neptune into the world next week.