John and I celebrated our nine-year milestone yesterday. We went out to dinner at the San Francisco Steakhouse in Gubei. We’ve been eyeing that place for a while, so yesterday we finally took the plunge. Ok, so our decision to dine there was influenced in part by a coupon (I gotta come clean)… You see, we recently acquired the Enjoy card (it works similarly to the Entertainment card in the US), so admittedly, we had a kickass voucher. Regardless, the main meal was fantastic. John said his ribeye was comparable to Ruth Chris’ (but without the critical blue cheese crumbles), and I had Australian lobster. I was licking my fingers after trying to eat every tiny ounce of meat outta the thing (I was even cracking open the thin lobster legs!). Was a good time.

John and I got all bummed out reminiscing about our college days. What a drag: we’re now older farts than ever. I mean, I don’t mind being in my late 20’s. It’s not the number that bothers me. It’s really just that my perception of time seems to be changing. Time just flies by, and I guess I have a fear of witnessing people I know age.

Related (or maybe not)… today I decided, it was time for another chop. I’ve had long hair for like three years now, and even though there are minor differences (layers, highlights), I always do the same damn thing with it: ponytail. I say I’m gonna do braids or pigtails or funky twists. Nope. At the end of the day, I’m one lazy beotch. So, it’s time. I was falling into a really annoying, indecisive state about this, but for Crissakes, it’s just hair. I’ve lived through enough hair disasters to know it’ll just grow back. Get on with things, right?