So the new cool yuppie thing to say when referring to a hair gel, wax or mousse is “product”. The last time I went out to a nightspot without
pomade product in my hair was February 18. On that night me, Eugenius, and Insomnia had a pretty good time, even though the minor cold I had turned into respiratory hell a few days after. Here is the best picture of them that I could find from that night:
I lost Insomnia and after ten minutes I find him by the bar. I tried to get his attention by looking at him but I don’t think he sees me yet.
Finally he sees me and I get excited:
Maybe a little too… excited. Alcohol does that.