Totally Cute Hair

So...without trying to sound super vain - as if this blog isn't some sort of hyper self-aware-narcissistic experience to begin with - my hair was totally cute tonight. It was curly and tall and super cute.

I decided that such cute hair should not be wasted, so I went out. *sigh* I think the universe needed to teach me a lesson.

I went to the city's "best gay bar" and was subjected to the most horrible music. Ever. Ever and ever and ever and ever and ever, I have never heard such boring crap.

The sign to vacate the premises immediately was this God-Awful-Pop-Sounds-Like-Hell dance track. My stomach began to ache, I physically became ill because this one song was so dreadful. I turned to a friend and said, "...with this.... I am gone."

He replied, "Cannot handle Justin..."

Pause.

Pause.

Me: "Justin?"

Me: "Justin who?"

Him: "Justin Timberlake!!!! I thought you were making a joke..." or something along those lines.

I should have been flattered that he thought I was being catty.

And while I wish I were (flattered and catty), the truth is:

1. I have to admit to myself that I no longer have my finger on the pulse of pop culture.

2. I am happy, indeed overjoyed that I do not know any of Justin Timberlick's music.

3. Something is terribly wrong when the city's "best gay bar" plays Justin Timberlick.

Horribly. Fundamentally. Terribly wrong and flawed.

I'm going to go listen to Ministry of Sound on CD.

The next time I'm feeling to confident about my hair, I think I'm gonna smush it down with headphones. Posted September 6, 2003 01:35 AM| TrackBack