Corona Confinement – The Big Q: #26

The Big Quarantine – Saturday, April 11, 2020

The Day in Satisfying a Craving – Part 1: I’ve had a real mental block on ordering takeout from the restaurant I probably go to more than any other, The Taqueria Mercado on 8th Street. Like going to see an old friend who I haven’t seen in years, a friend I know has fallen on hard times…that’s how I approached going to the Taqueria. I wanted to go. I didn’t want to go. But in the end, I went. And far from being like old times, I felt better for having gone.

Anyway, I go there in normal times because it’s a place where neighborhood people hang out and there is usually a familiar face at the bar to chat with over drinks or a meal. I know plenty of people only from sitting at the Taqueria’s bar with them. There isn’t anything good or bad about that. It just is. We just are.

Part of satisfying my Taqueria craving was sentimental and the other part was satisfying my need for their food. I got my comfort meal of Carnitas enchiladas with verde sauce. I’m not showing a picture of it, because take out food isn’t as pretty as a plated meal served in a restaurant, but Taqueria takeout  is equally as delicious. And satisfying.

Also, I had this bit of human communication: After I placed my order over the phone, the woman said “That’ll be 20.” I hesitated for a second and said, “Dollars or minutes?” She hesitated for a second and said, “Both.” Okay, got it!

The Day in Satisfying a Craving – Part 2: The great thing about waiting so long to finally order from the Taqueria, is that now, unlike just last week, I can get a margarita to go. OMG, what a great time to be alive. (I mean, minus the Covid, of course, but to-go drinks in Ohio can be part of the new normal as far as I’m concerned!)

The most important reason I wanted a margarita was because I knew it was the easiest cocktail for me to DIY once I got it home. I know full well the Taqueria uses plenty of liquor in their house margaritas, but in Covid times, in the comfort of my own home, in the presence of my own liquor cabinet, I’m gonna treat my to-go “margarita” as a mixer. I don’t think a little extra tequila ever hurt anyone (ahem, maybe in regular times tequila has caused some grief, but these are not regular times and tequila is your friend. Perhaps. I’ll let you be the judge of your own tequila usage.)

 

The Day in Covid Bangs: Oh yes. I knew I was going to get to bang cutting day during confinement, and that day was today. I’m reasonably sure my bangs grow faster than all my other hair. (It’s a hunch, but I’m good at hair growing knowledge.) I’ve worn bangs my entire life. It took me decades to get over my Mom cutting my bangs very, very straight using the scotch tape method as shown below. True story!

I can remember my Mom telling me to sit still and that everything was going to be okay. I remember peaking to see the tape as it was applied to my hair, and watching as it was slowly cut away. I remember tears, but that might just be some psychological additive to my personal trauma.

To me, it was never okay. For weeks I had weird, short straight bangs.

Bangs are my look, though. I always have bangs and I have a love hate relationship with them.

Fact is, I now spend a ridiculous amount of money every 6 or 7 weeks to get a haircut. I don’t care about the wash and dry or the styling or even what my haircut looks like in the end. I pay all that money simply to have a profession stylist cut my bangs. I trust him to not scotch tape my hair. I pay for that comfort level.

For the first time in years, I got all re-traumatized at my bathroom sink today when I had to cut my own bangs. I faced the music and snipped away. They look fine to the untrained eye (I hope) but when I go see my stylist Kyle after this Covid thing, and he takes a look at my forehead, we are going to have a therapy session for him. I’m bringing flowers and chocolate. He’ll be fine. I hope.

Also, Covid-time research on bangs tells me that we call them bangs (probably) from the Equestrian tradition of banging (trimming) a horses tail. That is an awesome piece of useless info!

But more importantly to me, when I think of bangs, I come back to Sonny Bono’s classic song Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) first recorded by Cher (which is fine), but Nancy Sinatra killed it. That’s a jam!

The Day in Miniatures: I’ve been drinking souped up margaritas for a minute. Here are some bunnies.

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