hans verhagen

I've had a long day, I was up at 4:30. Piffin flew to Vancouver this morning, to reunite with her girlfriend, she was so happy. But 4:30 is too early. I was glad she traveled today and not yesterday, because the highway was a skating rink yesterday. Today was fine, just freaking cold. And I finally went for a long overdue haircut. I hadn't been happy with any of the salons I tried so far in Toronto, so I tried something new, the haircut school. And it was very fun. Very recommendable. They all looked very nice students, Piffin's age, and they really do their utmost (and pay themselves silly, it is a very expensive education). And a good thing about them still being students is they don't have that attitude yet. Mine started with a massage, and after every little part in the hair cutting process she had to go get her teacher before she could carry on. And the teacher, a very nice and gay young hairdresser, showed her where she could do more, or better, or different. I have a head full of curls now. But no photo, Piffin took the camera to Vancouver. And then tonight we were at the surprise party for neighbour Gerald's 75th birthday. Scary thought that we actually have friends who turn 75. He had no idea. He came home after having dined out with a friend, and fifty people started yelling surprise and blowing horns. He was almost in tears. And he was very happy with our Arnon Grunberg. Who didn't win the PC Hooft Prize. Hans Verhagen did. Today. And why are we home so early from this party, you may wonder. Well, I am terribly allergic to Gerald's cats, and since we were already there yesterday, it was much worse today, even though I took an anti-histamine. Some cats this guy has, I went insane, I fled.