Hair, hair, hair, hair!

Argh. I'd just written out an entire entry and lost it. How frustrating. I won't be able to recapture the drama of our second unsuccessful attempt to visit The Rose And Crown with Colin and Jen, or the pathos of tonight's dinner at Frankie Pesto's with Mom where we had a fantastic waiter who impressed only me. He was six foot four! That's impressive in itself, no? Plus he was kind and attentive and slightly self-conscious. How can you not like that?

Anyhow, it's all lost to the mists of whatever the hell is wrong with my computer. I must have it fixed, and soon. We are obviously back in Kingston, where we will stay until Wednesday night. Andrew has work-related business to take care of here and I have to pack up the rest of my stuff here at Mom's place. I'm sad that Mongo and Shelley are all alone in TO after having both of us to love them up for a couple of days, but we'll be back there soon enough.

I cut Andrew's hair for him tonight. I don't think my last few attempts have been as successful as my first few. I seem to be losing my touch, somehow. He really needed it cut, though, so I got out my new scissors and spent a while hacking and shearing. He has VERY thick hair. By the end of any haircutting session we're both covered in hair, and this time even more so for some reason. I had Andrew stand up and face me so I could trim the very front bits that sproing out of his cowlick and he looked at me and said, "You're sweating!"

Dude, your hair; it is hard work. You always look unutterably handsome with shorter hair, though, so it's totally worth it. I should do a step-by-step photo essay like our man Colin's beard entry. That's awesomeness!