Short sampling of a day of firsts:
New hairdresser. Yes you read that right. Went to a new hairdresser. Started out great. Turned to panic (think full head of strawberry color). Went back to great. Then turned to "oh my" strawberry fields with blondes running through it. Oh holy blonde chick. I was sitting in the hairdressers chair thinking about my hat collection and whether or not I could get away with dressing up a Corona baseball hat and wearing it to work.
That's not the only first. Get this. A man, yes a man washed out my foils. A MAN. Ok, so I'm a bit of a weirdo but seriously, A MAN and not just any man he was most certainly a straight man (the hairdresser's husband - who I am going to add here is also a hairdresser. Oh, I am now wondering about the straight thing?) Nice fella really. Funny to boot. But really a dude washed my hair? What does one say about that.
Funniest thing... When I left I was a little shell shocked. All I could think about was what the hell am I going to wear with red hair. Then I looked in the rear view mirror - waaaiiitttt a minute. My hair isn't red. What happened? Were the lights red? Ok. Post traumatic hair disorder averted. Holy hair batman. For about 20 minutes there I thought I was going to need to go into therapy. All is again well with the world. Well, the hair world anyway.
Side bar: Bambi, love ya sister but you would have gotten the therapists bill (something about abandonment comes to mind). Statler, love ya to sister but I have to tell you for about 20 minutes today YOU were buying the beer the next time we went out. Your off the hook, unless of course I go out tomorrow and some chick I know sees me and says something about my red hair. Then the beer bill is back to you.
