Laughing All The Way

I’ll Never Learn

I thought I found Nirvana on a string, too bad, as always, I am disappointed. Two weeks ago I went to a new eyebrow lady. This was a final straw after a waxer took off the end of my eyebrow such that the left one had a much shorter tail than the right one. When I met the threader I explained the situation and she seemed to understand my issue. I went back today and pointed out the regrowth of the missing eyebrow. I specifically said, this is where I am trying to grow in the hair. I suppose that I should have then said, “so don’t thread this.” So, now, I am in the same place I was four weeks ago.

The place where I went for the threading was awesome. It’s the front room of a discount video store run by a Sikh Indian family. This combination leads to some excellent TV while I wait. This time there was something called “Let’s Rock” that was in a language I would guess to be Hindi. There were a variety of Indian pop stars dancing on stage to techno beats and Hindi words. I think I recognized one song that had been remixed with the Knight Rider theme song in 2003. The whole thing was hilarious, especially when the MC said: “I know this next act is who you’ve all been waiting for, and I hope you’re ready to tap you’re feet…” I know that the culture is so different and I get that the polite applause and the bobbing of heads is what one does in Indian society. But what made the whole thing awesome was the commercial break. The “back after these messages” thingy had a cartooned image of Slash.

The juxtaposition of the Indian music, the restrained audience and Slash made the visit worthwhile. I figure that I will have to spend the next four months growing out the brows and then I will try her again, if only for the free entertainment.

i’d guess that it was more likely punjabi than hindi (especially that knight rider remix song… def. punjabi)... if your eyebrows are too traumatized to go back, i could host a bollywood festival for you over here… :P

Punjabi, that’s probably right, for some reason I couldn’t come up with the language I wanted and grabbed Hindi.

The eyebrows are surprisingly much better, you can’t beat back the hair on my hair-ridden self. My bangs are doing their job in two months I will be as hairy as ever and hit up the threader again.

I like the idea of a bollywood fest. I demand entertainment AND food, just so you know.

actually, the idea of a bollywood festival at the boyf’s huge-ass loft has been toyed around with for like a year now.  but i think most people are insisting on a communist party first (inspired by a t-shirt and Boney M’s masterpiece, “Rasputin”, plus a hefty dose of local political frustration). 

food is debatable… although i keep a stash of mom’s frozen samosas in my freezer, the ethnicity of my food is so infused with african and “other” most of my friends are like I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS DOESN’T SMELL LIKE THE STUFF FROM THE RESTAURANT. and then i get slapped with naan.

and DUDE, i so understand the hair…

see here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBIMUo0z6XM&mode=related&search;=

I love it when I get to make someone an “ethnic” food and they are like, “this was different in the restaurant.” I’m always like, “yeah because Burger King is where you go for a good burger.” That makes people feel appropriately like an ass and they no longer question my red beans and rice.

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I love it when I get to make someone an “ethnic” food and they are like, “this was different in the restaurant.” I’m always like, “yeah because Burger King is where you go for a good burger.”