Haircut Night

Tonight was haircut night, which also means bookstore and eating out night. But first I stopped at Epoch to leave the containers for the flowers. They were supposed to open the day after Thanksgiving, but now Mikel says Saturday. We'll see. He told me they fired the painters last night! A new crew was coming in while I was there and are going to paint all night. The place still needs a lot of work, but is going to be fabulous. He showed me the courtyard; all the stores back onto it, and it's going to be a lovely little oasis amid the noise of the city. After I left there, I went to P.O.S.H. and when I came out I ran into Mike, who said they will open on Saturday no matter what! But then Mikel has always been the practical one of the two. So I'll call Saturday and find out if I pick the flowers up at the new store, or Mike's temporary studio.

Picked up the car (it was getting an oil change), and stopped home to feed the cats before hitting the used bookstores. I did them first because the hair appointment wasn't until 7:00. Found some good stuff (as usual!). I'm going to do the 2005 ABC Challenge, so I was looking for unread authors for a couple of letters of the alphabet I don't have on my TBR pile already. And I found the most intriguing book: The Emperor's Babe, by Bernardine Evaristo. It's set in 3rd-century London, and is the story of the daughter of Sudanese immigrants who is married to a rich Roman businessman and has an affair with the emperor, Septimius Severus. It's written in poetry; Kirkus Reviews calls it "like an episode of Sex and the City written by Ovid! I took care of "U" as well: Crete, by Barry Unsworth. It was rather a poetry day at the bookstores, as I also picked up Gutenberg in Strasbourg by Rosalie Moore, which is the story of his invention of moveable type in poetry (it was a Gutenberg day, too, as John Man's Gutenberg: How One Man Remade the World with Words is now mine), and a book of poetry by Angelo Poliziano, a 15th-century Italian, in Italian. We'll see how I get on with it.

Meseret runs an interesting hair salon. She's Ethiopian, her current receptionist is Georgian, and two of the other hairdressers are Nigerian and Croatian. So tonight we were talking about language, and she said to her receptionist, "say something in Georgian!", and to Esther, "say something in Nigerian!", and I said, "Meseret! Say something in Ethiopian!"

Then I went and ate Italian at Pizza Capri (fettucine alfredo and a glass of Pinot Noir).

Between the cost of the cut, the books I find, and dinner out, haircut night can run into $$, but I enjoy it.

Haircut Night

Tonight was haircut night, which also means bookstore and eating out night. But first I stopped at Epoch to leave the containers for the flowers. They were supposed to open the day after Thanksgiving, but now Mikel says Saturday. We'll see. He told me they fired the painters last night! A new crew was coming in while I was there and are going to paint all night. The place still needs a lot of work, but is going to be fabulous. He showed me the courtyard; all the stores back onto it, and it's going to be a lovely little oasis amid the noise of the city. After I left there, I went to P.O.S.H. and when I came out I ran into Mike, who said they will open on Saturday no matter what! But then Mikel has always been the practical one of the two. So I'll call Saturday and find out if I pick the flowers up at the new store, or Mike's temporary studio.

Picked up the car (it was getting an oil change), and stopped home to feed the cats before hitting the used bookstores. I did them first because the hair appointment wasn't until 7:00. Found some good stuff (as usual!). I'm going to do the 2005 ABC Challenge, so I was looking for unread authors for a couple of letters of the alphabet I don't have on my TBR pile already. And I found the most intriguing book: The Emperor's Babe, by Bernardine Evaristo. It's set in 3rd-century London, and is the story of the daughter of Sudanese immigrants who is married to a rich Roman businessman and has an affair with the emperor, Septimius Severus. It's written in poetry; Kirkus Reviews calls it "like an episode of Sex and the City written by Ovid! I took care of "U" as well: Crete, by Barry Unsworth. It was rather a poetry day at the bookstores, as I also picked up Gutenberg in Strasbourg by Rosalie Moore, which is the story of his invention of moveable type in poetry (it was a Gutenberg day, too, as John Man's Gutenberg: How One Man Remade the World with Words is now mine), and a book of poetry by Angelo Poliziano, a 15th-century Italian, in Italian. We'll see how I get on with it.

Meseret runs an interesting hair salon. She's Ethiopian, her current receptionist is Georgian, and two of the other hairdressers are Nigerian and Croatian. So tonight we were talking about language, and she said to her receptionist, "say something in Georgian!", and to Esther, "say something in Nigerian!", and I said, "Meseret! Say something in Ethiopian!"

Then I went and ate Italian at Pizza Capri (fettucine alfredo and a glass of Pinot Noir).

Between the cost of the cut, the books I find, and dinner out, haircut night can run into $$, but I enjoy it.