It becomes me, don’t you think? Sarah snapped this picture of me enjoying an almond-flavored Caffe Latte and raspberry cheesecake at our local café. And, due to the shade, the gratis blanket usage.
I could get have gotten used to this.
Prior to my trip to Romania tomorrow, I wanted to get a haircut. I’d been having very good luck at C&M on the corner of Am Römling and Ludwigstraße and their 11 € haircuts. Two quick, thorough, and very professional haircuts in a row done by the pleasant, if weird-looking Matthias, had me convinced I’d found a new favorite barber.
Third time wasn’t a charm, however. Matthias was busy with other clients (and I don’t know how to ask for a particular friseur — or whether they even do that, since this place works on the take-a-number FIFO format). I got a pleasant young-looking woman. I asked for a trim down to my usual 6mm and I thought all was well until suddenly another stylist came over to exlain that we had a problem. It seems the original one had cut a swath shorter than 6mm into the back of my head down by the neck and the only way to fix it was to cut that section of my hair down to 3mm or so and fade it longer up into the 6mm on the rest of my head. All staff members were apologetic and immediately offered to do this cut on the house due to their mistake.
But that looked dumb. So I had them do the whole head (barring the top) down to 3mm. OK, I like it short. But that made my beard look dumb. Once I got home, I tried trimming my beard so that it was shorter than the hair on my head, but that also looked less than optimal. So I trimmed the whole beard off (see below). I am kind of sad to see it go and return to the daily or nearly daily shaving regimen.
So, two points to ponder for the future:
It’s been doing weird stuff here lately. Fierce, sudden winds, surprise snow, hail, and freezing rain storms, and all this after last week hit the 60°F mark.
The guy below looks pretty tame, right?
He even fooled me into thinking that I could work some Cesar Millan-style magic on him. Actually, that stuff does work on him indoors, but outside on his leash, even saddled with Apfelschorle bottles for extra resistance, he is constantly trying to assert his pack leadership. Christina took Sarah and me out for a rousing hike through the woods around Laaber and Young Master Charles was a force to be reckoned with. He accepts the leash and initially responds well to hisses, foot taps, and other assertions of pack leadership, but it became clear to me that he was just waiting me out. He didn’t mind tugging at all. He did do a surprisingly good job of following my instructions to calmly wait for approaching dogs to get their freak on, thereby thoroughly embarrassing their humans.
I was going to surprise Sarah at the airport, but I blew it. Either way, I’m taking Thursday off, and it will be well-deserved.
The rosiness of in the face here is indicative of the windchill at…I dunno, 30km/h or so on my bike at home at night.
Dudswise: I’d say I’m coming into my own here. Went naturel on the hair today due to the helmet wearings. Probably won’t tomorrow as it’s kind of an important day with a pretty big presentation in front of a critical audience – I’ll need the extra hair goop again. Fortunately, I keep a stash at work right next to my emergency deodorant.
…but I think even I can admit that I need to downsize my shirts a little. Also these pants are at least a size too big, but I don’t have any other black ones.
Some colleagues and I traveled to Ingolstadt today and on average, we were pretty over-dressed. Felt actually kind of nice to be in that position for once.
Oh, and pardon the hair. I put too much goop in it this morning in a bit of a rush and it actually looked OK most of the day. Just a little goofy by the time I got home this evening.
I’ve been wearing ties to work lately. Some people have noticed and some others have even commented. I normally don’t do this, but it’s a new year, and a new company, and I must sadly concede that people often treat you differently — at least in Regensburg, around our office — if you’re wearing a tie. Sorry ladies, if you start showing up in ties, you’ll likely be treated very differently.
Don’t expect me to complete the outfit with sport coats or heaven forbid a full-on suit any time soon. Baby steps, here people, and hopefully just one of them.
I didn’t hit upon the idea for this until last night, so Part 1 remains legendary. At least, I thought I looked good (a buddy at work mentioned that too, and he’s a pretty snazzy dresser). And besides, Sarah saw me in that outfit before she left for K.C. the other day.
So, here we go with the first installment. Today‘s pick: black shirt, greenish-gray pants and a gold tie.
I’ve held out admirably, in my humble opinion, but last night after dinner at Exil, I noticed a hair salon (hard to find a straight-up barber around here — even without the four-part harmony) offering walk-in men’s haircuts for €9,50 on Tuesdays.
I’ll report back later.
For now, here are some “BEFORE” shots I took this morning using the tripod I bought a couple weeks ago.
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