Last night J and I

Last night J and I witnesses an honest to goodness real New York City chase down. We were rounding 15th street, and I was on my cell waiting to leave a message for RealGirl about a local vegetarian restaurant, when a guy comes booking it past us and darts through the crowd and towards some cars parked at a red light. A seconds later, another guy comes running past, wielding a long metal pipe, obviously after the first guy. At this point, the voicemail I’m leaving becomes a little garbled and I have to hang up. I turn to J to speculate on the circumstances, but all of a sudden, the second guy raises the metal pipe and starts bashing. My heart stops, because for a second I’m watching a man beat another one to death with a blunt object. But it quickly becomes clear that he’s not smashing a man, but a car. J and I debated later whether the first guy was actually IN the car, or whether the car simply had the nerve to HONK at the guy with the pipe, but in either case the guy with the pipe starts going postal on the car. There is much squealing of tires at the car backs up, stops, gets beat, jerks forward, gets beat; the windshield, windows, and body are all smashed in. This happens over and over until the light finally turns green and the car takes off, and the man with the pipe disappears.

Afterwards I thought: the man with the pipe was CRAZY, but he’s lucky the guy in the car wasn’t crazier, because I do believe there are people who would run a man down for demolishing his car.

I’m getting my hair cut today at a new place, which was badly needed after the last “Rachel hair” debacle at my regular place. I have always had a hard time communicating the kind of hair cut I want, and I can never seem to find exact pictures of what I’m looking for, so it’s kinda a crapshoot whether what I say gets interpreted as “hip and sexy” or “Ann Taylor mom.” The last time my hair was done justice was when I got this random guy at my normal place who insisted that I wanted hair that was “fashion” and made quick work of it. And my hair? Was totally fashion. I tried to track him down again, but the receptionist told me with a hint of irritation that he’d left and was working with celebrities now, and that’s when she booked me for the Rachel cut. So this time, I think I’ll cut the crap description and go right for, “Gimme hip, sexy, fashion hair.”

Friday Wedding Artifact:

Wedding withdrawal boards

I haven't gotten married yet. Actually, I have 380 days to go! But, I know I will feel this way. Maybe my daughter will want to get married by then or hopefully, one of my friends. This is all I do at work for the most part. It will be like the day after Xmas for me.

These people kill me. I think I’ll have Wedding Artifact withdrawal. --------