Yesterday was another day of walking around. Denis decided he wanted to get his hair cut at his old barber’s place from when he lived in New York. The barber guys at this shop all seemed to be related and were from Poland or something. While I was sitting and waiting for Denis, one of the other barber guys said I should come over and sit in his chair. I told him I was trying to grow it out and didn’t know what I would ask for in a haircut. He said “a cleanup”. I told him about the Alton Brown thing. He kind of laughed. I don’t know if that’s because he didn’t know who Alton was, or because he thought it was funny, or what. He knew what I was asking for though. First he trimmed the sides and back. Then he said he was going to “texture” my hair. He turned the scissors diagonal and took little chops at my hair on top to make it jaggedy. He said I should ask for this next time I go to a barber. He ended by shaving my neck with a straight razor. It’s an interesting experience, I must say. A little frightening, but a rush when it’s over and you haven’t died. He put pomade in my hair and roughed it up. The pomade had a stronger smell than the Aveda I’ve been using, so I don’t think I’ll switch. The style he gave me looked a little different, but hey, I was in New York, so I just left it.
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While I was still reeling from my haircut, Denis said that Marjorie, a good friend of his from childhood was in town. She was visiting with her cousins in Queens and we were invited to have some dinner. I don’t know what “some dinner” means to you, but there were about 25 or 30 people there, packed into a rowhouse and all talking Filipino. Marjorie was great, and everyone was really friendly, but they didn’t speak English all night. Mostly I just ate some really good food (it was my first time to eat yucca), and sat and smiled.
By the time we took this picture, I was feeling a little dazed. I think it shows 🙂
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