No, not because I’m beautiful a la Kelly LeBrock for Pantene (anyone else remember these commercials from 1987?). I harbor no delusions about my looks–especially in Los Angeles, aka the land of the eternal youth, aka the land of the beautiful people.
Don’t get me wrong. I look ok. But I’m no supermodel. I actually finally got my hair cut yesterday and am feeling a tad cuter than usual. I just could not deal with the hair situation anymore. How in the hell did I ever have long hair anyway? What a pain. But if you’ve got the right kind of hair it is just beautiful (see Pantene). I do not. So short hair it is.
You can go ahead and hate me for getting free tickets to the Red Wings game last night.
You may hate me even more to know the final score: 7-4 Wings. It was crazy exciting.
You probably won’t hate me because we tried a new restaurant on the fly. Why not you ask? Because it wasn’t particularly delicious (and no pictures as a result). Maybe it was just an off night but I wasn’t feeling it. Aburiya Toranoko just had a menu that was too long. When a menu has too many options, be very wary of anything being super fantabulous. This is a new place so maybe they’re still ironing out the kinks but I won’t go back any time soon.
The game definitely made the whole trip worth the anxiety of being spontaneous and not memorizing the menu prior to going to the restaurant. Hello neurosis! Mauling the Kings the way we did trumps the dinner.