Lindsey Kuper (lindseykuper) wrote,
Lindsey Kuper

the devil came down

On Thursday night, I ran off to Atlanta for the weekend. Hey, it's only gonna be peak oil once.

While Alex was at work yesterday, I finally got caught up on the reading for B561 (Ask me what set division is! (Please!)), and then we went to a swanky hair salon, the first you-need-an-appointment place I've been to in years, and made an appointment for getting something done about my long-since-grown-out buzz cut. Then, we went for a long run in the park:

*We run past a man wearing a PETA shirt, who is out walking his dog.*
Alex: PETA shirt.
Lindsey: He's going to kill that dog later. And eat it.
Lindsey: *Laughs maniacally for an eighth of a mile.*

I really don't understand why he tolerates me.

Today we went to the assisted living facility office, where I got some more homework done, and then we went to the hair salon, where Oliver turned my rather ridiculous all-one-length hair into a pretty pixie cut. I confessed to him my secret desire to bleach it, and he said, "Yeah, I was going to say as soon as you walked in that it needs to be platinum blonde." Unfortunately, there was no time to do that today (it would take a long time to turn my hair that color), but I'm considering it for next time.

Back at home this evening, Alex and Mark and I stir-fried some onions, okra, peppers, and eggplant, and I made spinach-and-arugula salad with dressing made of honey, apple cider vinegar, olive oil, dry mustard, sliced toasted almonds, and golden raisins, all of which I found already existing in the kitchen cupboards, and right now, I'm relaxing on the old clawed-up orange couch while the guys play su-ri-tu fa-ta.

Tomorrow night, I have to go back to (away from?) the real world. But for tonight, we're going to go dance. (I brought the boots.)


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