Top Chef Wedding

So, I had a lovely conversation with a fabulous hairdresser today. Well, she mostly talked and I listened, but it was still nice.

We talked about televised car chases in Los Angeles. Why do the newscasts like to give them so much attention? Does it boost their ratings? Attract an otherwise apathetic viewership? I can only think of one advantage: by knowing which roads the fugitive is on, I know which streets and freeways to avoid.

Oh, and there were flat screen TVs in front of each salon chair, so a rerun of Top Chef happened to be playing. It was an episode of a gay couple getting married. I have no idea why they would want the contestants to prepare their wedding reception... you know some dish is bound to go wrong. Anyways, this started a new topic of all the gay people she (the hair stylist) knew in her life. How they always had gorgeous homes (she was dying to take a peek at her neighbors' house's interior), how they had the most fun personalities, how they were her bestest friends... and then, sensing that I might not have a clue what she was talking about, she asked if I had any gay friends. I replied, "Yeah, they're fun." Haha.

Well, only four more days to crank out some work on my thesis. Then, it will be the beginning of "Hell Week" as my dance group begins intense rehearsing for our spring show. This is only my second year (because I was away last semester), but I know what to expect: tired bodies, very little sleep, but a bonding experience like no other.