I asked the woman, Kerrie, who cut my hair, how long she had been at the hair salon (which was in the mall where Ari spends maybe not 24/7 of his life but at least 12/7).
She told me she had moved from a salon in Manhattan.
Wow, I thought to myself, this time I have lucked out and got myself a Manhattan haircutter in Kansas! How lucky can one travelin gal be?
I asked why she moved to Kansas.
"Well, I was getting bored in Manhattan seeing the same people day in and day out," she said.
"Really?" I said. "I never saw the same people in Manhattan when I lived there."
"And also, my boyfriend lives in Lawrence so I wanted to move to be with him."
"How did you meet a guy in Lawrence when you were working in Manhattan?" I asked.
"It's not that far away!" she said.
"From Lawrence to New York is pretty far to me," I said.
"Manhattan, Kansas!" she corrected me. "Not Manhattan, NY!"
So, there you have it: two Kansas City's, two Manhattans, and one confused New Yorker! But at least she gave me a great haircut.
And Ari in that photo looks like a Greek statue he once saw in a London Museum -- can't remember the name.
We had a great time with him and then left early this morning for a place weirdly named Effingham. We bought dinner at Wal-Mart (gooey cheddar cheese and doughy white bread -- i was hoping the two negatives would cancel each other out) and are hoping that tomorrow is less windy.
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