Saturday, August 20, 2005

Random Memories

I love going out with friends and having a good time, but sometimes it's also nice to eat alone and reminisce about the good old days. A couple of hours ago while I was munching on some conch with red oil, I thought about this shirt I have that says "come get dirty" on the front. It brought back memories of the Phi Psi mud tug-of-war charity event I participated with Sachin, Ahmad, and Ross several years ago when we were all sophomores. To make the competition fair, each team could weigh no more than 800 pounds. Of course, our team name was "800 lbs of Gary's mom," courtesy of the three stooges on my team. After much persuasion from my douchebag friends, I reluctantly put on the "come get dirty" shirt emblazed with "800 lbs of Gary's mom" written with huge black markers to make the letters extra legible for all to see. We ended up losing in the first round, so Ross and I horsed around in the mud. To this day I still remember the shocked expression on his face as I put my foot behind his heels and slammed his ass into the mud. Oh how I miss the good old days when boys were boys.

Friday, August 19, 2005

Two links

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Too Crazy To Be True

Wow. Thanks to BK for sending me the link.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Birds and Bees

The last time I had a haircut was just after I came back from Europe in mid June so I've been feeling pretty furry lately but just hadn't had the time to get a haircut in between going out drinking with coworkers and throwing a big party with animal balloons. Today I went into work to discover that 4 guys in the office all got haircuts during the weekend. Another one went for a little trim during lunch. It was of course the last bit of motivation for me to finally get that much needed haircut.

This is definitely not the first time I've noticed guys from the office getting haircuts during roughly the same time. In my previous job, my coworkers also got haircuts at around the same time. You know how they say that women who spend time together tend to have synchronized menstrual cycles? Maybe there is some biological reason for guys to get haircuts at the same time too? Maybe during prehistoric times, all the cave men cut their hair at the same time so the saber-toothed tigers wouldn't prey upon the one guy tripping on his beautiful, Fabio-esque flowing mane?

On a somewhat tangential note, while I was at the Chinatown hair salon recommended by a coworker, a white American girl came in and asked for blonde highlights. The Chinese hairstylists started working on her hair, doing god knows what hair stylists do to people who want their hair bleached. Mid-way through, the girl asked the stylists to change the way they were working on her hair. Because the staff's English was somewhat limited, they had trouble understanding her, at which point the poor girl started asking, "Does anyone here speak English?" I started translating for her. It took me a while to talk to her to find out what she wanted and to relay that info to the stylists. The funniest part was when she pleaded with me to tell the stylists to hurry up because "this bleach is really burning my hair."

It was somewhat baffling to me why she would come to this place since the price wasn't any cheaper than most of the other salons in Manhattan. It also irritated me somewhat to hear her asking questions as if the stylists spoke absolutely no English. I guess I'm just quibbling over semantics, but not speaking English fluently is not the same thing as being unable to speak English at all.