Men’s After Shave Lotion

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Not much can be found about Lenthéric, Men’s After Shave Lotion, but I did manage to find a few things here and there.  It appears to at least date back to the 1930’s and to have been most popular Mid-Century.

It’s an intriguing scent.  Our vintage bottle still does actually moisturize, and the smell is intact too.  It’s a classic sort of fragrance that seems very crisp, clean and perfectly suited for a gentleman to wear.  It reminds me a bit of Penhaligon’s, Blenheim Bouquet with notes of citrus (lemon), lavender, pine, pepper and perhaps coumarin (there’s a faint leather smell). It’s very nice.  I wouldn’t say this is perfectly suited for a night out, but for almost every other occasion it would be more than appropriate…

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Part III: My Reunion is in June

The drive was pleasant enough.  I arrived at my hotel (my parents moved from Indianapolis and retired in Arizona three years ago) pretty late in the day.  Dinner was a chicken ceasar salad at a Perkin’s Family Restaurant with decor from the 1990’s.  It was actually sort of nice and cozy…

Today, as I’m getting ready for my big night I keep wondering what will go wrong.  I have this feeling that something is going to go wrong.  I’ve checked my face several times to see if I have any pimples.  I don’t.  I’ve checked to make sure I brought all my necessities.  I have.  I don’t know what it is.

So, I take a shower, put on the old movies channel on cable, drink lots of water and I take my time drying my hair, styling it, putting on my make-up and getting dressed.  Honestly, I feel pretty good about how I look tonight.  There are times when I, and I’m not trying to be arrogant, think I can look attractive. Thankfully, this is one of those nights!  My perfectly fitting blue sheath dress and cute heels look perfect with my bright pink lip color.  My thick, straight, dark brown bangs are falling in place ever so nicely.  And my green eyes look stunning with this color of dress if I do say so.  My mother always told me that I looked good in bright blue…  Yippy!  I do a little dance as I walk out my door towards the car.

I have a bad feeling again…  Wait did I forget my room key?   Is that what’s going to go wrong?!  Grr!  I check my tiny silver purse.  Nope, it’s in there.  Ok…  Huh.

Anyway.

The drive to the high school feels like it takes forever.  Why is that?  It’s not that long.

I quickly check my phone before I walk in.  Strangely, I haven’t been checking it that much lately.  It feels good, like I’m breaking out of something evil.  I guess I’m focused on other things…

Ok.  I don’t remember this parking lot being so treacherous.  I almost fall twice, and it just rained.  That would not have been good.  Maybe that was the bad feeling I had?  If so, all is well I guess.

Ok.  I walk up to the front doors.  Hmm.  I don’t remember them opening that way...   You have to push them forwards? What?! They don’t look like those sort of doors!  I’m so awkward.  Grrr.

Anyway.

There’s Annie, my best friend in high school.  I’m so nervous!  Thankfully Annie messaged me on Facebook last night and we agreed to meet here at a 7:00pm, otherwise I would be terrified.

“Hey, Katie!”  She stands up from the table where she’s sitting and smiles brightly.  She doesn’t look nervous at all.  She never does.

“Hey!”  We hug each other and I feel a bit better.

She leads me to her table.  Some of the people sitting here hated me in high school and I wonder how odd and disconcerting our conversations will be.  I’m hoping we’ve all grown-up since then.  I sit down.

“So, Katie, we were all just wondering why you decided to come now instead of earlier.”

“What?!”  I’m totally confused.  Annie’s face changes and she bites her bottom lip and her eyes look sort of angry, although I have no idea why.

“I guess I thought that this started now.”

Silence.

“It did, didn’t it?”  My body tenses and I look around at everyone at the table.  No one is looking at me.  Annie continues.

“Well…  It actually started an hour and a half ago.”  Annie takes a deep breath and smooths out her dress softly.

“What?!  Didn’t we agree to meet at seven?”  I need to find a word other than “what,” but I’m so confused.  Why is this happening?  What exactly is happening?  There was no official invite. News of the event was spread through word of mouth and via Facebook.  I don’t know why I thought it started at seven other than that Annie said we should meet at seven…

“Yeah, but I thought you would be here earlier and we would just meet here for sure at 7:00.”  Annie suddenly smiles.  I’m confused for many reasons but mostly because she made it sound like we were meeting when we first arrived, but I don’t interrupt because I assume I’m mistaken.  She continues with a bit of importance, “I mean, it’s no big deal really, but I think you should have been here sooner.” She smiles brightly.

“Why?”  I smile too, because, well, I have no idea what’s going on at this point.

“Well, do you remember Ryan Chambers, Katie?”  Annie’s eyes light up and she smiles wryly.  She must remember my infinite crush on him better than I would have imagined, but I did talk about him a lot back then…

“Yes.  I do.”  My eyes shift about.

“He was here looking for you.”  She bites her bottom lip hard and breathes quickly, clearly, even though we haven’t spoken much to each other in years, she knows so much more than I would have ever guessed.

What happened?”

“Well, he left a half an hour ago.  He said he needed to go and was sorry he had missed you.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Yeah, he was really worked up.  I guess him and his wife had to get on a plane tonight because he had to be on a flight from New York to London tomorrow morning.” She looked off.

“What? Why was he worked up?”

“Oh.  Well, he said something about how much it had meant to him that you helped him with chemistry in high school.  He was like a doctor or something now, and I guess you gave him a lot of confidence about his ability to do chemistry.”  Annie looked off totally calmly.  She clearly didn’t know anything.  Nope.  I was wrong again. Damn it.  Why in the world didn’t I check him out on Facebook?  What was I thinking?!  Oh yeah, he wasn’t on Facebook….

“Oh.  That’s great.”

“Yeah.  I told him he should find you on Facebook, but he said he didn’t do the whole Facebook thing.  Him and his wife like to spend time together in the evenings because they’re so in love.” She rolls her eyes seeming a bit jealous, “They don’t want to be interrupted by technology.  I guess he’s totally brilliant now or something.” She makes a mock pretentious expression and laughs.

“Yeah. I used to have a crush on him you know.”

Annie nods silently.  “Oh yeah, that’s right.  I remember that.”  She looks off like she’s trying to recall it better.  She laughs, “I remember more about how I used to talk about dating his best friend Matt so we could all hang out together.”  She smiles mischievously and then says, “Matt was so hot back then!”  Annie’s husband comes up to her now and rests his hands on her shoulders.

I decide that this whole scene is a bit gruesome and I’m pretty darn sure nobody here will understand – certainly not Lisa Turner who is sitting next to me.  She used to tell people that she couldn’t figure out why I was always trying to be her friend.

“Let’s dance, babe,” Annie’s husband prompts her and they stand up and dance.

Feist, My Moon My Man

It’s been a week of positive change.  The care situation for our son is going very well.  I’m getting a lot done.  And, we’re making goals as a family and as individuals…

Our son also counted to three in French on his own without being prompted this week.  Good for him. 🙂 We’re proud.

I hope your week is going well.  🙂

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