Went to get my hair cut today, because I'm going out tonight and didn't want to look like a scruffy git. Ended up not being the best day for it -- kids are off school, and Easter is coming up, so like, four moms brought all their little kids in to get their hair cut, and I had to wait for them all, standing by the rack of hair products because the kids were spread out all over the chairs. Then a guy came in who looked like a skinny, young Tom Hardy. Which wasn't a bad thing, just something I noticed because I'd gotten bored with reading Sports Illustrated. Then I think (think, not really sure) a couple of the stylists were making fun of me behind my back for having a masculine cut. But I don't even care, because dude, I had a coupon and the gal cut my hair really well. And hey, if they were making fun of me, it probably means I'm doing my hair right.
At least I got it done.
At least I got it done.
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Date: 2011-04-21 06:30 pm (UTC)Awesome you got the haircut you wanted (and btw, I'm like you, I don't realise it's a holiday or whatever and wind up in queues). Stylists, as everyone knows, are evil but good at their job :P. I bet it looks fab!
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Date: 2011-04-22 12:53 am (UTC)I can never keep track of holidays anymore. I don't really celebrate any, I don't have the fun connotations with some of them that I had as a kid, and I haven't been religious in six years, so I have no real reminders anymore.