A Divergence

I swear, I promise, I make an oath that I will write about Europe soon. I am, however, in the middle of moving to San Francisco (I fly out tomorrow) and the blog posts are not high priorities at the moment.

The more immediate news is that finally, after years of trying, I feel like I can really talk shop with my guy friends. Before Wednesday, I hadn't felt that I was particularly weak in the skill of being "one of the guys" but I see now that I was completely misinformed and that certain areas of manhood were closed to me.

Wednesday, it all changed. The catalyst was a rather drastic hair cut resulting in a 14 inch donation to Locks of Love, a funky new hair style, and a morning routine that now requires a hair dryer and 2 styling products.

...It turns out that a lot of my male friends spend some of their morning preening in front of the mirror with wax or gel or some other sinister sculpting product. And now I do too, so we can talk about the benefits of a certain type of wax, or what alcohol-free products will still stand up to the "driving with the window open" test. This is all sorts of fun, and I can't talk to my girlfriends about it, because none of them use the sheer volume of junk required to make my hair look the way I want.

I have returned!

I flew into Dulles on Saturday night and my dad picked me up from Chris' house Sunday morning. Over the next few posts, I'll recount various elements of the trip, because it was fun and it might even make interesting reading.

In Europe!

Expect updates here after June 18th.