Well, it’s been a pretty crazy few weeks here in Lake Woebegon, as you all know. Faceplant on Santa Monica that made for a bloody nose. A trip to “Urgent Care” where I was told that yes, I did have a slight concussion, so I should take some over-the-counter pain meds and “take it easy” (Damn, I guess that exhibition of my trapeze skills I was going to perform over the 405 at rush hour will just have to be postponed..) A constant parade of electricians, contractors, plumbers et all trying to get the hovel into shape, and all of them “personalities” (why is it seemingly every person in Hollywood who is not me seems to be trying for a sitcom as the wacky neighbor? A sitcom that runs only in their head and never gets picked up, and yet never cancelled?) It all came to a head the other day when my (very nice and fatherly and yes he meant it from the heart and not as a dig) paint contractor said, upon seeing me in my jammies and with the coffee still brewing since he was an hour and a half early for a meeting asked “What happened to your face?” I just said “you’re early” rather than adding “because I’m in my mid-fifties, I haven’t had my coffee or my breakfast much less had the chance to take my shower, shave, cleanse, exfoliate, buff it all out and apply the sealer because you decided to show up at THE A$$ CRACK OF DAWN!!!”
Now some days, I just want to respond to this by dousing myself with something comforting like Lostmarc’h Lann Ael, taking to my sofa with a good book and a cup of cocoa. But some days you just need to grab something that reads “DON’T F$%K WITH ME FELLAHS!”
So I decided to hell with it and grabbed the Muscs Kublai Khan. Now I find this, one of Uncle Serge’s most notorious scents to be as warm and cuddly as a purring puddy-tat, with it’s notes of rose and musk. But I know every once in a while even on me it reads as “Why yes, I have just boinked a horde of Mongols into exhausted submission and still haven’t disturbed the crease in my chinos. You think you have something for me? Bring it..”
So, what you do wear when you feel like tearing the world a little bit of a new one? Let us know in the comments.