Last night was Shear Madness ... literally.
With how busy life can get we tend to develop Alzheimer's of the little things ... like closing the bar tab, transferring laundry from the washer to the dryer, where we put our keys and car inspections — and now that they got rid of the sticker, there goes our daily reminder. Oh but don’t worry, the DMV will remind you when they fine you.
And as in my case ... looked like shit. It had been over six months since my last hair cut — not only did I forget to get it cut, I forgot the last time I had it cut. And its been growing like I’ve been putting Miracle Glow in it. The universe must have been telling me something because I called Modern Salon to see if by chance my girl Brittany had an opening before next year, and she did, for 6:30 p.m. ... right before Shear Madness at the Stage Door Theater in Blumenthal.
Modern Salon and Spa wasn’t shear madness, but the play was. It was like playing a game of Clue — an interactive play where the audience gets to play detective. At intermission Jack Dillon, who played the cop, even questioned the audience as witnesses. It combined improv and acting to make one entertaining production that makes you laugh and think. Mrs. Shubert played by Linda Edwards and Tony Whitcomb played by Tom Wahl were guilty of stealing the show. See for yourself who is guilty of the crime. (Get tickets here)
I literally ran down Tryon to make the end of Taste the Nation for a night of gluttony and glee. There was a lot of dancing and socializing going on ... but I was hungry and in a hurry. My mom taught me not to talk with my mouth full, so I didn’t talk much: “Hi, how are you, good to see you, gotta go.” My fat ass was too busy chewing on chicken salad from Wolfgang Puck Bistro, Chilean Sea Bass from Bricktopps, and chicken salad croissants from Johnson and Wales.
And to wash it down I had a drink from M5’s Josh Hunter, “bartender to the stars.” The good food was for a good cause, the event raised money to benefit food banks and fight childhood hunger. I was too busy eating to take pictures, so check out QC After Dark.
Never in my life have I ever been hit on by so many gross old men than at Taste of the Nations last night. They were like polar bears ...
One of the white haired polar bears yanked my purse so hard I fell back, spilling the food off my plate. He just wanted to ask me to dance. Another one approached me with this line: “I have so much money I don’t know what to do with it other than buy you a drink.” The men, who were old enough to be my father might I add, were so cocky in their approach I was beginning to think they thought I was a corporate prostitute or something to make them think they actually had a chance.
Same shit, different toilet ...
I later went to Suite where I got the same bad pick up lines from boys ... and I do mean boys (it was college night). Speaking of, next week Suite is bringing Matsuflex from the Tool Academy. I meet enough tools every time I go out, why would I go out to specifically meet a really big one?
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