Small Hair Crisis

I'm not sure if a crisis can be small, but anyway...

Yesterday was my day off since I have to work Saturday. Woo hoo, right? No. The first half of the day went well...I met some of Hilda's family (Hilda is the roommate), picked up a wedding card for next weekend and dropped a few things by Ahn's Alterations. Pete has informed me that Asian ladies do some of the best alterations, so I'm not worried.

So family, card, alterations, no sweat. Then I had a hair appointment that I've been looking forward to ever since I made it. (Fine, it's just been a week, but who cares?) I went to Aveda, which I've been to many times and I always like my hair when I come out...Plus, it's cheap, so even better.

THIS time, it took 2 1/2 hours. Hair doesn't take that long. Maybe if I was about to get married or something, but just a little change here and there on a Wednesday afternoon should not take more than an hour.

I was all excited because I brought pictures and the girl seemed like she knew what she was doing. She had a cool "Carpe Diem" tattoo. "Seize the day;" this will be a good haircut.

Wrong. After stupidly leaving the girl a tip, I left looking like I'd held my head out the window as I drove 90 miles an hour down the interstate. I thought the cut was decent, but there was no style to speak of because she did it wrong.

I had a few annoying things happen between then and this morning, but this entry will just be about my hair. :)

This morning, I figured it would look better after I washed it, but I was wrong again. After holding a mirror to the back of my hair, I freaked out and decided I wasn't going to work until I fixed it. (I tipped this chick?!)

I headed to "Today's Cut" ("for tomorrow's look," the door said) and told the lady I hated my hair. It was uneven and had a big poof at the bottom.

"How much do you all charge?"

Lady: "$35 for wash, cut and style."

Me in my head: "WHAT?! That's almost a tank of gas and twice what I spent yesterday! Are you crazy?"

Me in real life: "...............................................(large sigh) OK."

I realize I should have gone somewhere else, but I didn't want to drive around forever, comparing prices, when I needed to get to work.

Between yesterday and today, a total of $52, 3 1/2 hours and 3 inches shorter later, I headed to work. I told myself it looked ok and I would not, after all, make a secret trip to Aveda to strangle my former hair stylist. ("I want my tip back, you carpe diem maniac!")

So I guess I should have waited to write yesterday's entry because now I have another pet peeve. I hate when I have a vision of how something will look and it turns out nowhere near that...

Alas, I shall rock the look and hope it grows on me.

P.S. To all the ladies, go see Mama Mia. I thought I was in an alternate world watching Pierce Brosnan sing, but you can't see the "Dancing Queen" scene and have a bad day.