Today I walked along the water's edge at sunset with HB, S, J, and L, collecting stems of feathery anise between my fingers as we spoke dreamily about India and coconut trees. We stopped at the wharf to play antique arcade games, where a little boy eyed my creative new hairdo. (I shaved my hair to fuzz, sparing only two thin bleached yellow strands that curve toward my face in front of my ears like wispy flames.) The boy gave me a nod of approval and exclaimed, "Cool! It looks good. I like your sideburns."
No, not sideburns, kid -- peyos. Because every girl should celebrate their inner Jewish boy. Right? Of course right! (say in Yente-the-matchmaker voice.) Although I have yet to see a dark haired orthodox boy with bright yellow dyed peyos. But just you wait! Hair like this will soon be all the rage in Jerusalem.
Or not. We continued to walk all over town, finally resting our legs at a pub down the street. Once our bellies were full we all walked back to my apartment, parked ourselves on the couch, and watched us some Jackie Chan.
I would like to conclude this entry by saying that I think this might be the sassiest classiest template I've designed so far. I like it so much I could just lick it.
4:33 a.m. - 2006-04-30