Friday, March 21, 2008

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Last week I made an appointment to get my hair cut because we had this wedding shower thing in Iowa and I thought that getting a hair cut once every six months might be a good idea. So I called my hair guy and got an appointment for the next day. How that guy stays in business is a good question. When Biker Boy calls for an appointment at his hair place, he's lucky to get in within two weeks. Me, I can call my guy and get in immediately.

ANYWAY, so I get to the salon and my guy, David, takes one look at my hair and shakes his head despairingly. How could I let his wonderful hair styling go like that? Well, dude, it goes like this. I have three jobs and fitting you in is just not my priority. He asked me what I wanted and I just shrugged and said, "I just want it shorter. And shaped. Last time we put in some layers and I'm not crazy about the layers, so if you could just shape it with the understanding that the layers are going away, that would be great."

And he just kept cutting. And cutting. And razoring. And my hair looks good, but it's so short. And there are even more layers. So many layers that I have been reduced to wearing barrettes to keep my pseudo-bangs out of my eyes. Biker Boy referred to it as "cute" which made me feel like I'm six years old.

So, is there any chance it will grow out enough in the next two months or so enough for some other stylist to put my hair up in an updo for the wedding? I don't know, but I'm going to keep my fingers crossed. And hope that the bangs grow out quickly so I can put the barrettes away. For the rest of my life.

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