Today I was getting a manicure in a nice bluish-blackish-gunmetal-gray that I brought in myself (as always), and the manicurist asked, “So, what’s with the color? Is it for winter?” Well, what kind of a question is that? I mean, the only sensible answer is that I happen to like it, but that didn’t seem quite good enough. Should I have told her I don’t do pink? Should I have said dark nails are my best option for maximum wardrobe blending? Should I have explained that this is a nail strategy that is both cool and also avoids the overt trendiness of pure black? Here’s what came out of my mouth: “Actually, I’m a little bit rock ’n roll.” What? I am! I used to love Metallica, and even to this day I naturally gravitate toward any item of clothing that features grommets.
Oh fine, so I might have a slight badass complex. This fact first occurred to me while in the Circuit City parking garage on North Avenue with my friend Jeff last weekend, when he tried to convince me that instead of new speakers for Black Beauty, what I really need is a new car. As usual, I was scoffing away. “Humph! What do I need with a new car? This one hasn’t overheated in at least a year! Don’t be fooled by all those check engine and brake light failure alerts; they indicate nothing more than a slight electrical problem. I can take it! Me and this car, we’re in it together. Fight to the end! The very, very end.” Yeah, I should probably get a Honda.
Anywho, I’m off to flower-arranging class. C-YA.
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I figured you for country, but that's just me. Nice read, reminds me of a conversation I had with a girl I was trying to exchange something with. She was giving me some flack about it being so long since I bought, after some hemming and hawwing, she finally said, "Where have you been for the last year?"
Without batting an eyelash, I said, "PRISON." You should have seen her face drop.
She did not waste anytime ringing me up.
Feel free to use that one.
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