Taking Baby Steps Toward Metrosexuality
I'm starting to worry about myself. To wit:
- I got a haircut today (an event always fraught with peril) and halfway through my stylist and I decided that cutting my hair short along the sides was simply the only way to salvage the situation. She did a good job, and after mussing my hair into a spiky coif asked if I'd like her to put some product in my hair. "Yes," I said, "Some product would be nice."
- I went out for two reasons: to get a haircut, and to buy a baking dish. I need a baking dish because I want to make chicken divan tomorrow and I need a baking dish. I bought a baking dish because I want to make chicken divan. What, you want me to start waving a white flag with HELP written in big black letters?
- I seared a nice piece of meat for my supper, and after draining the fat I deglazed the pan with some nice red wine. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING DEGLAZING PANS?
All I can say is, thank Christ the Steelers play tomorrow night. I need to put on the jersey and wave the Terrible Towel and drink some Yuengling and scream my head off. That should right the ship.