Another Confession

Last Saturday I had a beer—my very first bottle of beer.

I know that this fact is hard to believe, but the truth is that I have never liked beer. And it was not for the lack of trying. I have tasted other peoples’ beers. I have ordered shot size samplers at restaurants. I have gone to beer tastings at breweries. All of those beers smelled good, but tasted bad to me.

I have more or less given up, and assumed that, just like my mother, I simply do not like any beer. That was until a few months ago, when I tried a Japanese white ale at a party. At last there was the beer I actually enjoyed drinking as well as smelling.

So last Saturday, when we went to have dinner at The Publick House in Brookline, famous for their enormous beer selection, I decided that I was finally ready to have a beer. The restaurant carried several Belgian white ales, and Nick picked Wittekerke for me. So there it was—my first beer, ordered specifically for me, consumed and enjoyed entirely by me.

Confession

Confession: I have stopped brushing my hair after showering. My decision, far from arbitrary, is based on the following:

1. Every grandmother will tell you that brushing wet hair yanks out more hair, and I am obsessed with my head hair count. Currently it is at 129,343. I count daily, before going to bed.
2. Brushing my hair after showering at the gym either takes away precious 2 minutes out of my work day, or decreases the length of my shower by 2 minutes.
3. I look the same regardless of whether or not I have brushed my hair after a shower. In fact my mother often notes that I look as if I just got out of bed when it is evening, and I haven’t even napped for at least 12 hours.

You may worry that my head will soon provide a home for small furry or feathered animals. Don’t. My hair is not that long yet. I do still brush my hair every weekday morning on my way to the gym, in order to speed up tying my hair into a pony tail.