UnAmerican Me

So after that big splash I made yesterday about the debate being all important and what not. . . I missed it.   Drinking arrangements were cancelled at the last minute, so I resigned to the idea of watching the debate at home.   Of course at some point between leaving work and getting home I came to the conclusion that I just wan’t sexy enough. . . so I took my payday earnings and went under the clippers.  

Although it was never my intention to use this blog as a forum for discussing my grooming habits I do find myself wanting to plug this particular business:

Borseno’s Barbershop is the shit.  And I don’t use that expression to describe anything so you know it must be good.  My hairstyle has always been fairly vanilla, but even so they always manage to do something, and I don’t even know what, to make it special.  The staff is extremely friendly and very talented.  So if you live in Seattle head on over to 50th and University and give them a try.

Debate > Haircut

I was so anxiously awaiting the trimming of my wild mop today. I’m not kidding, my hair’s so long that it currently obscures a small portion of my forehead. Yeesh!

But, alas, no trim today. No, today I will be heading over to the Nickerson Street Saloon to see if John McCain can finally win me over (said with a mostly straight face). This will be done, likely, over a nice Pipeline Porter (October’s beer o’ the month,) and a nice big Saloon burger! Yum. . .

Seriously though, vote.