Hey, there’s this thing tonight:
(If you don’t know where the Hideout is and you can’t read the tiny print, it’s at 1354 W. Wabansia. And if you take a taxi and the cabbie is wondering whether you really want to go down that crappy back-alley-looking street, you do. Trust me.)
And if you miss me tonight, you can catch me again this Thursday night at The Fixx, at 3053 N. Sheffield. Double booked, baby!
If you come to either event you will get to see my new head. For months my friend Richard had been telling me to make an appointment at his salon to get something done about my color, and for months I kept putting it off, because my natural hair was a perfectly agreeable shade of All-Bran, and why mess with that? But finally last week I put my head in his hands and he gave me hair the color of deep sultry mystery, and also a new cut, and also special new crime-fighting powers.
The only problem was that I couldn’t wash my hair for nearly two days, which meant that my head was even dirtier than it had been the other weekend, back when I camped out in the middle of Michigan Duney Nowhere, because there I could at least jump in the lake and/or drink my unclean feelings away. It goes without saying I did both of plenty. It helped that both nights we were there the sky was clear and ridiculously full of stars and there were gorgeous meteor showers to keep me from dwelling on the showers I wasn’t having. But my unwashed days are over for now, which I guess is helpful to know if you’re coming to see me tonight or Thursday. Smell ya later, folks!