On Thursday night, I finally got to go out and see a movie. [That means I figured out the times, the places and had the night free.] I went over to the Avenues – a new mall – to see Sweeny Todd. Now, I had heard about the censorship in Kuwait. Recently, I saw an editorial in the paper decrying the fact that Charlie Wilson’s War had roughly forty cuts in it and made the movie unwatchable. But I had yet to see (or notice) any censorship… until now. It turns out they cut the parts where Sweeny cuts the throats. While I think it is better to censor violence rather than obsessing on sex, in this particular movie it is a mistake. The songs are intimately tied to the action. Once you start hacking away, you destroy the whole piece. So I had to leave.

Yesterday I had my first hair cut in Kuwait. I was pretty nervous about this. For one – you have a relationship with the person who regularly cuts your hair. You walk into the unknown when you change – especially when there might be a language barrier. Secondly – over here – men cut men’s hair. Women cut women’s hair. I don’t think a man has cut my hair more than twice since I stopped getting haircuts from my Dad. Plus – men’s hair salons (or “saloons” as it is sometimes spelt) are everywhere! How do you choose? Do you gamble like that with your hair?? Luckily, I was able to track down one expat at work who actually HAS hair and he directed me to a place he goes. There was something about the folks there being Turkish and they – or Lebanese – are the best for haircuts. I guess he was right because I’m pretty happy with it.

Lastly – it seems I have an excellent sushi restaurant in walking distance! Yes – sushi is universal. Dinner last night was perfection.

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