Listening: Embarrassingly, "Crazy" by Britney Spears is on. I actually like that song - y'all discovered my shameful secret.

Reading (perhaps quality): Goffman's "Presentation of the Self in Everyday Life". I'm reading it slowly - it's dense.

Reading (definitely pulp): Finished the Bertrice Small trashy romance. Trying to decide what next.

Drinking: Diet Coke.

July 22, 2002
9:08 pm

Eyebrows are very important to me. I can forget to brush my hair in the morning (I usually put it up straight out of the shower anyways) but I never leave the house without checking to see if my eyebrows need tweezing. I've got dark thick hair and still darker strong eyebrows; they're an important part of my look and my identity. Threatening to shave the other's eyebrows while they slept was the big threat when SS the SS and I lived together. I still get chills at the idea.

But I've been at a bit of a loss with my brows for a while. I mean the weren't doing anything crazy but nothing inspiring either. But Marie took me on Saturday to the woman who does her brows and I was/am a convert. She managed to do something pretty fly with my usually unusually unmanageable brows. The things haven't been so groomed in a long time.

Maybe you can't appreciate the joy a good brow wax can bring. That's okay. For me there's something so rewarding in being able to control something small yet important.

Busy weekend and was debating on whether I wanted to go back and write the details. The highlights? An unexpectedly late night out with Talullah - drinks at Nora (she knows the bartender, chef) where we got martinis that practically knocked me off the chair and a desert plate where every phenomenal taste was better than the last (and that was the food, not the gin talking). Then spending the day shopping and hair-cutting (and inch and a half - my hair's so damn short now) and brow-waxing with Marie. After that we went to Wolftrap to see Jonatha Brooke (wonderful!), then to Centreville to hear 3-String's band. The place reminded me of something someone said about the bars in Silicon Valley - that the odds are good but the goods are odd. The Shark Club was definitely like that, Marie and I had a bunch of strange drunk men try to get a groove on with us which though unwelcome was still flattering. Was the kind of place, the kind of crowd where it would have been more insulting if they hadn't tried to freak us.

Doing (life and related tasks): Long day at work doing necessary but tedious work. Got a lot accomplished at least, and got to visit the visit the Manuscript Room (looks just like the Bancroft - makes me homesick for school)

Doing (crafty stuff): Finished the scarf for Sarah last night.

Wanting: for the damn humidity levels outside to go down and UPS to just leave the packages at the door rather than making me go and pick them up.

Anticipating: have a busy week - looking forward to catching up with a bunch of people I haven't seen a while (okay, a few weeks).