eat this haiku

walter's barber shop
is full of smoking racists
but the price is low

that is my tribute to walter's barber shop, a downriver institution. i used to run by it in high school almost every day in the spring for rowing practice, and it really was full of smoking racists (for variety, you could also substitute "sexists" for "racists." misogynists would be even more fitting, but we've got to stick to the haiku format here, you dopes).

it was a good weekend with a shoehorn itinerary. on friday, aaron, patrick, maddy and i went to the south division gallery walk. about 10 minutes into our first stop, the power went out. and stayed out. ran into christina and kevin in someone's darkened apartment which was slightly surreal. had dinner at the pita house in east town with aaron.

on saturday, we broke the fast at catribs, then made our krispie treats, went to the children's museum, the park, amy and scott's, played "robots" with emmett and maddy and ordered PPV walk the line.

woke up on emmett's couch with patrick, went to breakfast/target with amy, hung out in reuben and melissa's backyard, caught lilly the st. bernard (awkward) ate pizza (delicious), went to billy's for 80s night/bridie's birthday.

happy 26th, bridie

the weather is lovely. i'm feeling bouyant.