had lunch with bob yesterday at cafe du berry. the food is amazing, the service is weird (it's like the island of misfit toys for waitstaff. am i just used to the portland hiring style of choosing cuteness over ability? i don't think so. we call our favorite server pagoda. he is of indeterminate foreign origin and has freckles and one time was wearing a very old yucky band-aid on his arm. we love him.), and it feels somehow like a fake restaurant. as if you were eating in someone's kitchen.
then i had a haircut, which is like going to the dentist for me. when i like this particular cut, i laugh and think it looks like joan jett/ hanoi jane. when i don't, i think it looks like janet from three's company. my hairlady told me that she is getting married this summer and i asked who was marrying them (b/c they are doing it on her friend's farm).
hairlady: no one.
me: oh?
hairlady: we aren't doing the legal thing.
so it's like a fairy wedding! like the time i made my barbie marry skipper, even though i knew it wouldn't work out! like when i put two half-containers of mustard into one container and say in a high, yellow voice:
--will you marry me, mustard?
-- why, yes, mustard, i will!
and then make kissing sounds.
interesting.
xo
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