A Haircut Plan and Ralf’s Bad Ideas (Part 3)

Hairdresser at Bradbury Shops

Saturday 4:59 p.m.

The cheaper the chips, the dearer the dikes, makes no sense but we’ll stick with it. The hours are not long enough to unleash chronology in an orderly fashion before the unfolding of tonight’s capers. Just to quickly capitalize on the past two hours which seemed to have traveled so quickly, it began with my heading down to Bradbury shops. Deciding to wear my hear out slightly wet as I was considering having my haircut at the hairdressers in Bradbury shops I headed to the supermarket first.

Spending a couple of minutes looking for some mousse for my hair I paid at the front and then made my way to the hairdressers. Opening the posh doors I honestly thought that they would knock me back because I wasn’t up to their expectations. The whole shop was ornate with marble type floors, leather waiting seats and large open spaces. The hairdressers were wearing al black clothes and were huddled all around one girl inside with blonde hair who appeared to be getting her hair styled.

Making my way into their exquisite realm I placed a raven smile on my face to match the clothes they wore. However, glancing at one of the blonde girls with short hair and a spiky misplaced kind of look about it, I realized behind her smile was a familiar face. As our eyes never wavered my smile gleamed furthermore as I started to realize it could have been Sabine, here, working in Bradbury. Our forward stares were cut short by an older lady worker who distracted my sight.

Asking if I could get my hair shaved and cut she kindly forwarded that they would be closing in half an hour and by the time they were ready to cut my hair the day would be over. This sounded like a light kickback to my liking but it didn’t really bother me too much. Class or no class, I will try them tomorrow as I definitely have to get my haircut.

Making my way out of the shop I smiled once again at whom I thought was Sabine and was on my way back home. This brings on the short embrace in the thought that both Sabine and her little sister Ilse are good seeds of the family. Ilse works at Hound Dog in Liverpool in which she looks stunning and electrically charged in their clothing. Sabine as always looks her gorgeous self and where she lacks in her elegance with her long hair gone, she picks up with modern lines. I hold much respect for both sisters but I would love to have Ilse as mine, she’s so much for my liking…

Ralf Has a Plan

For the next hour at home I created a plan regarding my money for the next fortnight or two, hoping that I get this money from Centrelink to tie me off from further debts and complications. Just half an hour ago Ralf and Shawn came over in which I sat back, relaxed and listened to Ralf’s persistency at large. Ralf came to my house with the premise that we were going to head out for the night and he was asking if I was going to be in on the action.

Ralf’s well wrought plan from someone else’s thoughts was to head to Sweeney’s. As much as I wanted to oblige I knew it would be too much effort for me to head out both on Friday and then tonight at another nightclub. If it was a club in the City I probably would have been able to muster up enough strength to head out for another killer workout but hey, we’re talking about Ralf’s planning here. Basic story, when Ralf comes up with the plan, no one listens.

Sweeney’s once sounded like a good place to check out but now because Ralf has offered his planning expertise it is looking less desirable. This is because we all know that Ralf picks the worst locations and the night regardless of any bliss turns out to be a contrite event. Despite this knowledge in his hands and his knowing that we never listen to any plans Ralf musters up, he is persistent. Rather, to say he is persistent gives a lacking to the word.

There should be a new word created to describe the immense persistency that Ralf administers. Seriously, tonight Shawn asked that we make a plan for next week tonight so that we know what we’re doing and Ralf was the first to bring up his option of the ‘Cave’. “If I’m going to the City I won’t go anywhere else but the cave” he replied and in our heads, both Shawn and I were thinking, “What an insistent idiot”.

What’s more, Ralf is unbending when he makes plans, just as he gets the urge to be the possessor when we are driving in his car. There we sat listening to Ralf as he babbled “Nope, we’re going to Sweeney’s tonight, that’s where I want to go, we’re going”. Ralf never takes the time to listen to other people’s suggestions and if there ever is one he’ll contradict your statement by acknowledging with more snarl that he’s heading to his club.

How Friday Really Went

Aside from all the foolery, Shawn asked how my night was yesterday and despite my having headed to Chevy’s, I had a very good night. In the event that I forget days from now, my Friday night’s chronology, I explained how there were six guys all dressed up in City clubbing clothes. They all looked good, we’re all wearing Hound Dog type clothes with superb lines, the same height and they all had short spiky hair with blonde streaks on par with Tyler’s hair.

There they stood for one portion of the night, all in a line near the pole at the bar. I thought it looked humorous as well as good at the same time and I wondered where they went shopping as I liked some of their grooves. Ralf told me how that when last he headed to Chevy’s it was shit but I noted, despite it being Tyler and I, it is the individual who decides to make it a good night.

The reason I had a great night was because I was with someone who was on par with my style in dancing and fashion as well as from my generation. I had a good time last night because I bumped into and had conversations with plenty of people that I knew and I had fun because I received a fair amount of attention for the clothes I was wearing.

Last night I broke some more new ground in the bid to being my former self, the amorous youngster that I used to embody. However, back then I didn’t need clubs or styled clothing to pull chicks or have fun. Back in those days I was wishing for these days of style to come through and now that they are here I am grateful. Nevertheless, with my touch of class and dexterous maturation, I will relive those days, taking back my smooth mindset but not my lack of fashion.

Ringing Sweeney’s

Surprisingly, Ralf only decided to stay at my house for twenty minutes because he had to get home and prepare himself for the night. Before they left I decided to give Sweeney’s a call because Ralf wasn’t doing a good job in planning the night. Thus far, he had only asked me and Shawn if we wanted to go and I knew that it would most probably turn out to be no one else except for an unwanted Keith.

That of course would have turned out to be a shit night from the onset and because Ralf would have been driving, it would have been a catastrophe. Therefore, I asked Ralf to call around and see if anyone wanted to head out, you know, get some planning done. Headstrong as he was with wanting to be in control of his own actions, he rejected my offer and made his plans appear to grow old with each aging decision.

With this newfound leadership of mine still seeded in the ground, I decided to water my roots by giving Sweeney’s a call. Ralf was bickering how I should call the ‘Scenic Hill Horse Riding Ranch’ but as I just asked the operator for Sweeney’s and received the number, he looked upset that I didn’t listen to his instructions. Just as Ralf was leaving out the door I found out that Sweeney’s was only open for a private function tonight.

Therefore, his plans had fallen through the floor and my assumption of Sweeney’s being less than desirable were met. What nightclub would close down for a night just to host a private function, no good ones. Keith was actually the one who originally told me he heard good stories about this place but now I would rather leave it to my good judgment in deciding not to head for Sweeney’s.

Now Ralf is at home racking his brain for some new invention for the night. Despite my forwarding the plans that Tyler and I decided to undertake last night as I was dropped off home, Ralf was too headstrong to listen. The idea was to head to the Movie Marathon tonight as I didn’t have too much money to spare but Ralf argued “Nope, that’s your idea not mine” and scooted out the door after giving me a handshake.

That boy needs a good slap in the face so he can wake up from all the fresh air his machine yields during his sleep. Despite my working now, is it time for me to pick up where I left off, when Lyssa and I started going out together. This month, should I again take the reigns and show my hand at playing the cards right. Last night I did surprise a few by bringing plans together and at the Catholic Club it was discussed how I brought the group together for the night.

People sounded a bit surprised, some optimistic but I figure all of them would have thought something along the lines of my becoming the dominator of weekend events again. Still, I don’t have a car but I can be the voice and prove Ralf wrong in his notion that I could only reign with Naqi pulling my strings. Well, last night proved that I’m no puppet and I don’t hide behind anyone to consider my actions. Let the good old days roll back on, let those fun times begin again.