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I was feeling really down earlier this week. Things weren’t going my way. In fact, I’m home sick today, trying desperately to stop the pounding in my left eye and get at least half a nostril to work. But then I dragged myself to the grocery store for some Cran-Grape juice and I saw something that changed my outlook, possibly forever.
As I was choosing between chocolate and tapioca pudding Snak-paks (I ultimately got both), I looked over and saw a man standing by the milk. At first, he looked like any other man – a regular Joe – but then I noticed something on his head. He was mostly bald, and had his head shaven like all the hip guys do, but along the top of his head he had grown the tiniest of blonde faux-hawks. It was no more than three hairs wide.
I initially thought, “Who in their right mind would try to grow a faux-hawk with only three hairs?” but then I realized what a triumphant tale this really was. Here was this man who had barely any hair on his head, but he said to himself, “I want a faux-hawk, and dammit, I’ll have a faux-hawk.”
And so he did.
I guess what it made me realize is that it doesn’t matter if you only have three hairs on your head or one-half of one functioning nostril, life is what you make of it. So I’m just going to pull myself up by the boot straps, keep sucking on these ginger-ale flavored Vitamin C drops, and start packing my bags, because tomorrow I’m going to TequilaCon. I’m not going to be at my best and brightest, but fortunately, there will be another 50 people there to keep the party going.
I’ll try to post some highlights along the way… but will save all the juicy details for when I return. Be good while I’m gone, and keep rockin’ it 3-hairs wide!
Posted by runjenrun at May 1, 2008 11:13 AM
Three hairs wide? Dude, that's not a faux-hawk... it's just a bad barber. But don't let me rain on your "life is what you make it" parade. Because this weekend? Life for me is going to totally be what the kind folks over at Dalwhinnie made it... about 15 years ago.
Posted by: shari at May 1, 2008 12:08 PM
If he's bald except for the 'hawk, there's nothing faux about it. It's a real, live, miniature mo'.
Posted by: Cheryl at May 1, 2008 01:16 PM
Does the illness mean you won't be lifting and carrying the other attendees?
Posted by: delmer at May 1, 2008 01:31 PM
Rock out with your three-prong out!
I hope you feel a little better and see you sooooon!
Posted by: Hilly at May 1, 2008 02:05 PM
shari: sweet, sweet, dalwhinnie. although make mine a balvenie 12-year anyday. :)
cheryl: good point. so does that make him more hardcore?
delmer: actually, i'm hoping someone will carry me most of the night. :)
hilly: thanks - and i can't wait to hang out again!
Posted by: jenny at May 1, 2008 02:29 PM
BreatheRight strips might help with the nostrils (The tan ones work better for me). Nice because they help me breathe without getting dosed up with pills or sprays.
That said, if you're flying tomorrow, use some Afrin before you fly! (Or something similar.) The pressure changes can make head congestion feel a lot worse (if you're me anyway).
Also, yea for tiny mo/fauxhawks!
Posted by: claire at May 1, 2008 02:35 PM
I bet being around all the fabulous bloggers will clear that cold right up. Or your head will explode. Either way, good blog material, right?
Have double the fun for me since I can't be there.
Cheers!
Posted by: sizzle at May 1, 2008 02:37 PM
OK, but no making out. I ain't be needin' no cooties, yo.
Posted by: You can call me, 'Sir' at May 1, 2008 03:02 PM
Wow. That is a beautiful life lesson for all of us. have fun there for those of us who can't make it. Once everyone else is hungover, you'll all be on the same level anyway.
Posted by: churlita at May 1, 2008 03:35 PM
Save me a tattoo, OK?
Have a grrrrreat time!
Sending some good cold-killing wishes to you...
Posted by: Fiorello La Guardia at May 1, 2008 05:07 PM
Packing as we speak. Well, not really, I'm actually typing, but I shall continue packing when I'm done here. Woo hoo!
Posted by: Karl at May 1, 2008 09:22 PM
shoot, at least you get to go. i hope you magically feel better before the big event. don't forget to drunk text me.
Posted by: asia at May 2, 2008 12:48 AM
claire: yeah, i'm sitting at the airport now, not looking forward to the pressure changes. fortunately it's only a 2-hr flight!
sizzle: no pain, no blog, i always say. have fun at sizzlecon!
sir: whatevs. i'll find someone who's not so squeamish.
churlita: i still don't know why you're not in philadelphia. i promise not to practice my mime act in your presence!
fiorello: it sounds like our tattoo purchasing team has gone overboard, so i think we'll have a few left over. :)
karl: woo hoo is right! see you soon!
asia: drunk text, sober text, hopped-up-on-nyquil text... expect them all!
Posted by: jenny at May 2, 2008 08:59 AM
Hey, have a great time at TC'08... Wish I could be there with all of you.
Posted by: mike at May 2, 2008 10:49 AM
I know. I wish. Imagine how many human sandwiches we could make there? It's just those rotten teenagers I have that Keep me from going out of town to have fun...
Posted by: churlita at May 2, 2008 12:57 PM
Hope you feel better and have fun at tequilaCon!!
Posted by: Tobi at May 2, 2008 08:32 PM
