I spent such an insane amount of money getting a haircut yesterday that I might as well pack up and move to the poor house now. (Just where is the poor house, anyway? And do they take dogs?) I console myself with the idea that this is one of my best haircuts ever. The act was performed by a morose Indian man, who forced himself to make small talk at first and then lapsed into silence for twenty minutes, at which point he said, "Everyone here is on Prozac, and they think I should be, too. What do you think?" I made a noncommittal remark about people who have found things that help them tending to proselytize those things to others. Really, I was not about to upset him while he had scissors pointed at my head.

I spent the rest of the haircut (and it was a long haircut; I think he cut every hair separately) worrying about what sort of face I was making. My mind tends to drift off in situations like that, and when my mind drifts off, my face goes completely impassive. However, it has been pointed out to me that my impassive face can actually appear quite sinister. Perhaps it is my bone structure. This is of particular danger during haircuts because I often seem to be staring at my reflection with a severe expression (when I am actually thinking of something else entirely), and this upsets the stylist. And we have already established the peril of upsetting someone who has scissors pointed at one's head.

When it was time to leave, I realized that I had made a horrible mistake. Having asked the morose Indian stylist for a jar of whatever goop he had put in my hair, I approached the receptionist to pay. The cut itself, however, cost twenty dollars more than I had anticipated, and the goop cost twenty dollars by itself. With the addition of the tip, I strolled out of the salon almost ninety dollars poorer.

But I looked damned good!

I took my new haircut out to the movies last night. Rob and I saw the new Star Trek sequel, which was mildly enjoyable, if terribly drawn out and nonsensical. Because it was opening night, the geeks were out en masse, and luck of the draw put a group of Obnoxious People™ in the row behind us.

Fiddle dee dee.