Today has been both busy and dull. During the down time I took a few pics, still trying to get a variety of poses for my outfit pics. The same face on selfies get boring.
Last night we went to a coffee tasting. Now let it be known that I categorically do not like the taste of coffee but Das does so there you have it. I drank tiny cup after tiny cup of heavily creamed/sugared coffee trying to discern roundness, smokey aftertones, citrus hints and whatnot. One cup tasted woodsie to me but that was about all I got and no one else knew what I was talking about so I'm going to have to say that my skills as a coffee taster are sorely lacking. It was a fun event though, lots of laughing and chatting about all types of stuff. In fact one might have suspected the coffee had been spiked with something alcoholic if one was simply observing the flushed cheeks and cheery demeanor of the participants. I got the opposite of buzzed though. Each cup brought me closer to falling over in my chair. By the time we left which really wasn't very late at all, I could barely be upright. I walked into the house, accompanied Das out for a smoke, hit the bathroom and th...
Apperently the club isn't just an American thing. I was just sitting chatting and minding my business when a flow of older black women walked by all saying hello and good to see you and see you later. The person I was speaking to asked me when I had met them and I laughed and told her that I had never seen any of them before. Das explained to her that this is a pretty common occurrence for me. He gets tickled whenever he witnesses it. I guess some things aren't country specific.
We went to a friend's b-day party this afternoon and being that the birthday girl was the only person we knew we engaged strangers in various conversations. One of those happened to be about hair, locs in particular. A young woman told me that in her teen years she helped someone with soft curly hair install his locs and he did it with heavy wax of some sort, which required the use of a blow dryer to melt it in, ashes to dry out the hair, and several other things I can't recall at the moment because this was hours ago and I think I was so horrified and yet intrigued about the ashes that I couldn't properly focus on the rest. I do recall her saying it took about 6 hours and the initial installation was some kind of kit her friend her gotten on the internet. I have read a lot about starting and maintaining locs over the years but ashes was a new one for me. I guess you really do learn something new every day.
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