Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Just when you think your cool...

This week, Larry is out of town. Sure I miss him, but I totally miss not being driven to work just as much. I have to get up earlier and haul my ass to metro. The commute is an hour door to door, instead of my normal 20 minutes.

So between breakfast, walking the dogs, and getting showered and dressed, I rush through my morning so I don't have to get up at 5 AM. This morning was no exception and I was out the door at 6:45.

I listen to music the whole way in. On the train platform, I have a tendency to rock to the music; Kelly Clarkson, Gwen Stefani, Midnight Oil and Queensryche all pump through the earphones to get me energized as my day begins.

This morning, the mix on the iPod was particularly great. My feet were tapping; my hands keeping time to the music. As I walked, I'm sure everyone could see how great the music was that played in my ears. My walk had an air of confidence. Damn, I felt good.

As I arrived at my building, three others were simultaneously entering. Being in my zone, I kept the iPod going. They knew I was cool enough to be listening to music and wouldn’t want to interrupt. They would totally respect that. The elevator doors shut.

I looked up at my reflection in the mirrored panels. My hair was standing straight up, like a 2nd grader’s class picture. My shirt must have rubbed the top of my head as I dressed and my hair now looked like some static electricity project.

Of course, I was the last the exit the elevator. I left dejected and headed straight to the bathroom to wet down my hair.

Do I just give up looking cool? Or do I invest in more gel?



Blogger Lola and Ava said...

You know, the kids these days are going to the whole Elmer's glue look . . . that might do in a pinch. Can't wait to see what this year's crop-o-students looks like in a few days. Thanks for the button - it looks great as I am sure your hair does.


9:55 AM  
Blogger Steve said...

Yeah, my boss has got the whole "gay tiara" thing going on where the front is moussed straight up.

Hey, I guess I should be grateful I have hair that can stick up.

9:59 AM  
Anonymous CroutonBoy said...

Eh, forget about it. Everybody in that elevator had a day like that. You're forgiven. Keep groovin', my friend...

Although Kelly Clarkson? Hmmmm. I'd stick with the Midnight Oil and Queensryche if I were you....

11:04 AM  
Anonymous ShotgunDaddy said...

Next time you're rocking out to Midnight Oil (excellent choice, by the way), just think of bald lead singer Peter Garrett. No bad hair days, ever.

3:04 AM  
Blogger The Brian said...

Rock on I say!

7:50 AM  
Blogger Bacchus said...

Totally jealous here. I remember the days my hair was thick enough to stand up.

It could be worse, you could be on the bus diva ing out to Donna Summers and Shakira!

1:09 AM  

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