So today Ed tweeted that he had a scary haircut from an old barber (he goes to a barbershop that is older than our house, in an old trolley stop), but then he got home and I noted that it was the best haircut he’s ever had.

Tonight we went out to dinner at a nice steakhouse on Greenville Avenue, and we got unusually good service. Lots of attention from the waitress and then the (heterosexual male) restaurant manager, who came by at the end of our meal to tell us dessert was on the house. As we were eating our sorbet sampler, I looked across at Ed in his “looks about 80 dollars more expensive than it is” haircut, smart guy glasses and argyle sweater, and I thought “they think he’s a restaurant reviewer”.

It works if you work it.