Art And A Haircut, Two Bits

On Friday B., N. and I went to A.'s opening. A slew of high school faces, some expected, some less so, passed before my eyes. This included the school's librarian who, miraculously, seemed to remember my name and person (impressive since I do not remember myself being overly chummy with any of the library staff). After viewing the art (which inspired in me a desire for large amounts of disposable income with which to buy paintings) we had dinner and drinks at nearby Sassafras, I ordered the Verenike (Mongolian dumplings) and a dirty vodka martini. B., a vegetarian, had the portabello burger while N., not a vegetarian, had the regular burger and a dirty gin martini. The first attempt at our martinis were not dirty in the least, so we requested a change...seems that the waiter, who I found to be almost too apologetic, forgot to ask for the drinks to be properly anointed with briny olive juice. Upon correction, they certainly had a whiff of that component but, for $9.50, I was disappointed. N., at first, seemed pleased with his drink but seemed to change his mind once the price came into the picture. My dumplings' innards, a combination of veal, pork and perhaps a third meat, were a step up from the sort of quality you might get in a Chinese restaurant and were served with a overly salty soy sauce and sour cream (strange pairing, methinks). I think I would have been happier had I chosen a different meal. B. seemed pleased with her burger and N. (who I had foreseen ordering the wings but didn't) said that he should have ordered the wings. I agree, as an order came out to a nearby table and they smelled and looked quite scrumptious. The low lighting of the establishment make taking good pictures even more of a challenge than normal (this is with the getting-less-magical-by-the-second mini-tripod) and, again, I must refrain from posting any evidence that this meal, or evening in general, took place.
Our night continued and a good time was had by all. Then, on Saturday I got a haircut care of the Beehive. This photograph doesn't do it justice, I don't think.
Note the plaintive expression I am presenting the camera. I am thinking something like: 'why does this camera make my haircut look less exciting than it actually is/perhaps I should have been born an idiot'.