I got my hair cut tonight but tried out a new salon.
Aside to Indy folks: I went to Hair Spray on E. 86th. The girl who cut my hair last at Aveda graduated and got a job there. I gave her a good evaluation, so she called me and said if I came in, my first cut would be 50% off, my second cut would be 75% off, and my third cut would be free! I couldn’t turn that down, especially since she’s only charging $25/cut because she’s just starting out. In addition to the hair cut, they offer an “SRT” or “stress relief treatment,” which is basically a free mini-massage and a free mini-facial, but I didn’t dare tamper with my already temperamental skin. If you’re interested, ask for Megan – she’s very cool and does a great job. Tell her I sent ya!
As is standard for me, nothing happens in my life until I tell people about it, so as soon as I got to the car, I snapped a few pics of my new cut. My face looks a bit red but I think that’s because she had to dry my hair for awhile to straighten it. I realized I hadn’t straightened it since the last time she cut my hair in October. It’s always nice to leave the task of straightening to someone else, though I would like to get a flat iron and straighten it myself occasionally. I wish I had the wherewithal to get up early and do something with my ‘fro but that never happens. Sleep is too precious.
I just got a trim this time, so there are no sideburns or faux-hawks to gawk at, but I still did my best to make a fool of myself. I remembered that a few weeks ago, a friend I used to work with, better known around here as Mr. Keester/SweetBasta, mentioned that I always take pics of myself in my car. (Note: He who peeks through glass plates should not cast stones.) When I started uploading my pics from today, I realized I had again taken them in the car. Just to show Mr. Keester, I decided to snap a few pics in my apartment. Guess what happened? In the first one, I look like:
- I recently sustained a whiplash injury
- I’m re-enacting the passing of a kidney stone
- I’m anthropomorphizing a baby bird about to receive chewed worm leavin’s from her Mama:
The second picture isn’t much better. I accidentally snapped it just in time to capture me squinting at the bright flash:
See what happens when I try to take pictures outside the safe womb of my car?? I think we can all agree this is something we never want to happen again.