I am finally back home in Paris. After a 36ish hour travel day (and-a-half) I got in late the other night. It is cold, overcast, and miserable. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Fun fact: plugs for electronics in Europe are different than outlets in the United States. Other fun fact: my dumbass forgot my adapter. My beard is that of a psycho college professor intent on doing harm. Once I post this I plan on shaving it down with a hacksaw so I can pass as slightly less feral.
My hair on the other hand. Whew, it is glorious. It is longer than it has been since high school when I rocked a glam mullet. Now, I am so grateful to have a full head of gorgeous, wavy hair at the age of 52, but… my hair does not get long, it gets big. So it had to get through the pompadour Elvis phase before it could get to the Michael Sheen stage. It is wavy all around, borderline curly on top. My wife says she likes it, but she’s painfully polite (midwestern girls, ammirite) so I don’t know if she really li…
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