[SUPER FABULOUS west-village hair stylist neighbor, in our foyer; casually]:
"So, wow. You cut your hair."
"Yeah. I did."
"...short."
"Yep. Short."
"Well, don't worry. It'll grow into something workable in a few months. Feel lucky it's such a great color."
Posted by Antigeist at October 10, 2005 07:38 PMA friend told me how you can tell the difference between a queen and a vicious queen. Let's assume that you are having a bad hair day. The queen, upon seeing you, will say "oh my god, you look like hell." but the vicious queen will smile and say "darling, you look fabulous." Ain't it the truth.
Posted by: gmb at October 10, 2005 08:12 PMGood to know my queen is of the not-vicious variety.
Unlike my grandmother. When I used to ask her what she thought of my outfit, she'd look me up and down, adopt a big grin and say, "So young and thin...you can pull anything off."
Posted by: antigeist at October 10, 2005 08:23 PMand do you feel lucky, punk?
Posted by: anne at October 11, 2005 01:30 AM