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| Crazy Joanna and My Grey Hair |
| 04.29.04 (5:45 pm) [edit] |
Walking to the hotel this morning I met up with Crazy Joanna, who has a fantastic new hat (they are making a movie here and she says she is in it, which I have no doubt could be true) and this morning at least, no teeth, an event that happens every few months that means listening to endless details as to the why of it. She was rattling on and on, to me and everyone nearby, my exboss included, asking if we'd ever *done it* and if not, why not. As I walked up the stairs she howled "MJ, I can see your you know what, stop showing off, damn you!" Having on a pair of baggy shorts, I worried a bit, what exactly could she see?
At the end of the day, after Arlene had driven us into a two foot hole in the new, unfinished parking lot on the plaza and 5 men had picked up the front of the SUV and gotten us back on solid ground again, and back up to the hotel to learn more, we were finally on our way down when an older man at the foot of the stairs asked how much a room was. We barely knew but tossed out some answer and he kept looking at us while I was thinking, oh god, is he looking up my shorts?
He seemed satisfied with our answer and we headed toward Arlene's vehicle and were inside when he came over to us, looked in the window and said to me, "You have the most extraordinary grey hair, it's really remarkable" and walked away to his very grey haired wife who was sitting on a bench staring at us. Well, my hair, being a topic of too many conversations as it is definitely Hair by God or Wind, is nowhere near extraordinary, though re-mark-able might qualify. I'd actually noticed in an outdoor mirror earlier in the day that it sure as hell was getting seriously beyond salt and pepper, and should I do something about it?
I don't know where I'm going here. I only know how weird it was for a white haired half bald portly kind man to comment favorably upon my hair. Maybe tonight I will shave my head.
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