Posts
Sometimes I think I'll remember this period of my life in Hungary as 'The Ugly Year'. My future children will look at pictures of me during this unfortunate time and notice I look like one of the Beatles, only ganglier, paler and about 50 years late on the look. They'll also probably feel sorry for me given that I turned to looking like a little boy sometime around the time I returned to Europe.
Anyway, assuming I can get this Beatles 'do under control before I get back to North America, The Ugly Year can theoretically end before:
1) I see people I know on a regular basis, and 2) it becomes The Ugly ERA.
If the latter comes true, it's only the beginning of me squandering my 20's - supposedly the pinnacle of youth & beauty. From what I'm told it's just a steady downhill from here to wrinkles and eventually turning into a leather wallet. This is only that much more depressing when, from the looks of things lately, I'm already starting the descent from half-way down the hill. And it's a steep hill.
Speaking of eras, I've officially entered phase 3 in my life. Phase 1 was Childhood, phase 2 was Everyone I know is Getting Married, and phase 3 is BABIES! BABIES! BABIES!
It seems I'm a little behind on the latter two, which is juuuuust fine with me, but at least I'm moonlighting like I'm part of the club by having Mom Hair. I'm ahead of my time.
I also sound ridiculously vain.
Fortunately sometimes I see things that make me feel a little better. And why I love Hungary. For example, yesterday my Canadian heart was warmed I saw a man wearing an outfit that (to my knowledge) has never been done before: The Canadian Three-Piece.This is technically a variation on the Canadian Tuxedo but it's like the C-Tux with tails. This is accomplished when the wearer takes it to a new level by sporting a denim button-up under the jean jacket. Jean on jean on jean. As far as the eye can see. So I guess things could always be worse. I could be that guy.
And crap, it HAS been done?!
