Today I took a client out to get a haircut, and to see The Grudge 2. I got enough hair off my head to cover 2 small poodles, with enough left over for half of a medium sized terrier. I think I must subconsciously refuse to get a haircut until it's critical mass, because I really enjoy the feeling of washing my hair right after a haircut, when it's so much shorter, and it takes five seconds to dry. Or perhaps I read too much into my hair.
The Grudge 2...well, what can I say? You can only take so many grey asians jumping out at you before it gets to be too much, and you start to phase out. Grudge Woman and Grudge Boy crawled awkwardly out of every space imaginable, including the hood of one poor girl's jumper (while she was still wearing it). The prolonged high school locker/shower scenes should satisfy all the pervs out there, however. There is no shortage of high school uniform skirts hiked too high. The movie couldn't decide whether it was a teeny-bopper horror flick or a suspense-filled psycho drama, and came off mediocre at both. The back story stretched even further back, and it pulled some creative muscles. All in all, this one might be a second-choice renter, but save your money.
After dropping off my client, I came home to find Kat's dad John and his girlfriend Val literally standing at the door. Kat came to the door in a towel, with the three of standing there, having just scampered out of the tub. I'm sure that wasn't odd for her at all. After she got more suitably attired, we went out for dinner at an Indian restaurant (Yep,
Tobs, the same one!) and had a great time. (We tried the lamb korma this time, and it was really good!)
And that's about it, really. I just recently recieved a call begging me to go into work tomorrow, so I suppose I should sign off and try to get some sleep.
