Hair Time, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:43am
I love my hair guy. I will sit in his chair and we will gossip and he will tell me outrageous stories. Which will prompt me to say outrageous things and laugh too loudly. At the point where we sense others are looking at us out of the sides of their eyes, we'll maybe even speak sotto voce. He's Swiss Italian. Sotto voce is such a special way to say under our voices.
Then I will walk down Maiden Lane, pop into Gump's to look at Murano glass and pearls, maybe go shopping for new khakis. Carefree. Light at heart. It might rain. I have an umbrella. Carpe Diem may be lost on the young.