Saturday, April 15 2000
Kim went back to Scissors this morning to have her hair colorized. Last night I'd casually suggested she do an experiment and see what her hair looks like with its own natural color. But, of course, I should have known better; the only result of my comment was a big, unnecessary argument on the tranquil streets of Mar Vista. I honestly don't care if Kim wants to get her hair colorized, but it just seems like a lot of wasted motion to a simple boy like me.
After hours under the colorist's knife, Kim came home with coppery red hair. It was a more natural color than usual, but it took some getting used to. It didn't really match her face, I didn't think. The colorist had told Kim that he thought her normally dark hair color was "too harsh."
In the evening Kim and I went to a relatively inexpensive Indian restaurant in West LA. Interestingly, most of the other patrons where of east-Asian (particularly Chinese) extraction, including a Chinese family sitting at a table nearby. But hidden in amongst that family was one solitary Anglo man, evidently an in-law.
During most of the meal, Kim was again expressing jittery doubts about whether we should actually be getting the particular townhouse we're in the process of buying.
But at least the food was good.
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