I get to leave work early today, la la la la la la....
But it's to go
to the dentist, so hold the la la-ing. Though it is only a
cleaning.
But after that I get to go see Cool Salon Guy, so la la la
all over again. I wish hair stylists could make hair long again as quickly as
they can make it short. If you're wondering why I'm getting a haircut when I'm
trying to grow it out, the reason is that I get split ends, so I try to get the
ends trimmed every couple of months. Besides, I like getting my hair cut. Not only
do I get to impress Cool Salon Guy with my latest antics, but then there is the
blissful experience of Scalp Massage during the shampooing. (And at that point,
half of the people reading this went, "Huh?", and the other half went, "Ahhhhhh".)
And of course I have to dress well for CSG (is it true that gay guys
are better at clothes, or is it just part of being a hair stylist? Or maybe just
sucking up to the paying customers?) and so I am all suave today in drapy knit
wide black pants, long-sleeved black jersey knit top, and spiffy black-and-white
glen plaid vest. And, naturally, lots of silver. Yes, I look dangerous -- all the more
so for that I now do have my navel pierced. Well, ok,
no I don't really look dangerous. But I like to believe I do.