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My hair is now moderately long and I love it so much. I think after having especially long hair in high school, I went through something of a reactionary episode for several years and made it a point to keep my hair very short and very tidy. Maybe the longest it ever got to be was when I was living in New York and had no one to cut it and was spending too much money on booze and drugs to afford to go to barber. In the last six months, however, I have let it grow and, at the length it is at now, it is one of the true joys in my life. I never thought I would appreciate something so basic as the length of my hair. My hair is very thick -- it grows in girth as opposed to in length -- and it is very wavy -- I push it back off of my face, as that is the only thing that can be done with it. Sitting behind my skull right now is an outgrown mass of curled, entangled, flaxen hair and it makes me very happy. I even started giving a shit about particular conditioners and whatnot after my grandmother, who works in a salon, gave me one in particular for Christmas. I don't know what is in this stuff, and for that matter I don't know if I want to know what is in it, but it makes my hair feel weird, gloriously weird, like I imagine how plasma would feel, whatever I think plasma may be. Soft and rich and with a fluidity. There is a mild wetness, a dampness, without stickiness. It is really wonderful. I am not used to these sorts of things.
In other, more serious news, the best liquor store on the planet, LeNell's in Red Hook, Brooklyn, has lost it's lease and been removed from it's location. This place served not only as an enabler of my debauchery while living in New York, but also as a place to go and learn. I tried wines and whiskys from all over the world at LeNell's, including Suntory, the whisky that Bill Murray advertises in the movie Lost in Translation (it was delicious). I drank scotch that had been on this planet longer than I had at LeNell's. I purchased the tequila bottle that essentially put me in the hospital at LeNell's. I learned how to make fuckin killer mint juleps. LeNell was a Southerner trying to make it in New York City, just like me -- albeit much more successful -- and above all I earned her friendship. I am sure that she will be fine in the long run, as she has become incredibly well connected through the success of her boutique, but New York, Red Hook in particular, has lost an institution.
Visit her website at http://www.lenells.com/
In other, more serious news, the best liquor store on the planet, LeNell's in Red Hook, Brooklyn, has lost it's lease and been removed from it's location. This place served not only as an enabler of my debauchery while living in New York, but also as a place to go and learn. I tried wines and whiskys from all over the world at LeNell's, including Suntory, the whisky that Bill Murray advertises in the movie Lost in Translation (it was delicious). I drank scotch that had been on this planet longer than I had at LeNell's. I purchased the tequila bottle that essentially put me in the hospital at LeNell's. I learned how to make fuckin killer mint juleps. LeNell was a Southerner trying to make it in New York City, just like me -- albeit much more successful -- and above all I earned her friendship. I am sure that she will be fine in the long run, as she has become incredibly well connected through the success of her boutique, but New York, Red Hook in particular, has lost an institution.
Visit her website at http://www.lenells.com/