Well, the haircut was only OK. I think both he and I were at a disadvantage because last time he gave me the best haircut I've ever had, and pretty much nothing was going to live up to it. Also, telling him this made him slightly nervous, as well it should have, especially because I didn't take a photo of it or anything that could have helped him on Friday. (Also, he may have been distracted by our minivan deal, the numbers of which he crunched for a while before telling me he thought I did well.) This haircut is not terrible by any means, but it's sort of un-nuanced, if that makes any sense, like I feel it doesn't hint at the many interesting facets of my personality (which I didn't know could be a feature of haircuts until my last one, which totally did) and just says "this lady had about fifteen minutes to have her hair done." Ah well. I'll be back in six weeks, anyhow, so maybe then we'll have a repeat of the time before this one.

And I didn't get an ungrilled reuben on Friday, but we remedied that today. Robbie had the day off work, so we went to Loafers and split one, even though he and I nearly threw down yesterday when he declared the ungrilled reuben to be inferior to the grilled version, which is patently incorrect. The girl at the counter asked where I'd been these last nine months or so, and I mumbled something about Henry starting school and not having much time to go get lunch these days, which is sort of true, but the truth of the matter is that if they had the ungrilled reuben year-round I'd make time. Then we ran a variety of errands, including a trip to McCandless' bright shiny new Lowe's, and had dinner at Mad Mex. Sadly, it's no longer Gobblerito season at Mad Mex, but then, when it's Gobblerito season it's not ungrilled reuben season. (I believe this was covered in Ecclesiastes.)