Ooooh! All of my friends have chosen the past two or three days to post -- so will I!
Last night, I spent $75 on facial beauty products because I was successfully upsold not once, but twice(!) at the Origins store located on the ground floor of the Flatiron building, a structure that was mentioned on LOST a few episodes ago. (More on LOST in a near-future post.)
Intending only to purchase a moisturizing nighttime facial cream, I walked out with that, plus a serum of sorts, high-fallutin' chapstick, makeup removing pads (I don't wear makeup), and eye cream (I don't have eyes.)
Also, I recently invested a somewhat serious chunk of change in traditional wet-shaving supplies, including a fine French badger hair brush, Italian pre- and post-shave lotions, British shaving cream, and a German single-blade razor. It's like I House. On my face.
I've been wanting to do the wet shave thing for a while, but only took the plunge a few weeks ago. My face hasn't adjusted to the new shaving strokes just yet, so I'll reserve judgment for another week or two, when my technique, hair, and skin has become accustomed to this newness.
Last but not least, tonight is the third session of my bartending night school at Columbia. After completion of the course, I'll be a certified awesome person. Each class is an hour of lecture on the history of the given drinks we're mixing, different ways to set up a bar, different glasses, hygeine, technique, etc., followed by an hour of practical drink making and mingling with our fellow students.
It's a great way to meet folks in the hood, and it's a relief to be in a room with people younger than me, for once -- I'm consistently the youngest person around pretty much wherever I go in the city.
For the final, we take a written test, and a practical examination, where we make three drinks by random request for the professor, and have to tell a joke while we do it. This is where you come in. Readers, I need good jokes! Please leave a favorite joke in the comments, or email me, or call me with the joke -- I'd love to have a lot to choose from.
Next Time
Preston and LOST, and Arrested Development.
The Time After That
Owen wants me to write about videogames or something. There's an 88% chance that I'll post as requested, since he did honor me with inclusion in his sixth anniversary post.
Intending only to purchase a moisturizing nighttime facial cream, I walked out with that, plus a serum of sorts, high-fallutin' chapstick, makeup removing pads (I don't wear makeup), and eye cream (I don't have eyes.)
Also, I recently invested a somewhat serious chunk of change in traditional wet-shaving supplies, including a fine French badger hair brush, Italian pre- and post-shave lotions, British shaving cream, and a German single-blade razor. It's like I House. On my face.
I've been wanting to do the wet shave thing for a while, but only took the plunge a few weeks ago. My face hasn't adjusted to the new shaving strokes just yet, so I'll reserve judgment for another week or two, when my technique, hair, and skin has become accustomed to this newness.
Last but not least, tonight is the third session of my bartending night school at Columbia. After completion of the course, I'll be a certified awesome person. Each class is an hour of lecture on the history of the given drinks we're mixing, different ways to set up a bar, different glasses, hygeine, technique, etc., followed by an hour of practical drink making and mingling with our fellow students.
It's a great way to meet folks in the hood, and it's a relief to be in a room with people younger than me, for once -- I'm consistently the youngest person around pretty much wherever I go in the city.
For the final, we take a written test, and a practical examination, where we make three drinks by random request for the professor, and have to tell a joke while we do it. This is where you come in. Readers, I need good jokes! Please leave a favorite joke in the comments, or email me, or call me with the joke -- I'd love to have a lot to choose from.
Next Time
Preston and LOST, and Arrested Development.
The Time After That
Owen wants me to write about videogames or something. There's an 88% chance that I'll post as requested, since he did honor me with inclusion in his sixth anniversary post.