HAIR

Today I experienced a First-time-in-a-long-time thing. It's wierd and sad how as you get older there are fewer and fewer things that are your First Ever. First, First, First. Fist. Fuss. Fussy. Baby. Dirty Dancing. Swayze. Swanky. Nightclub. Jazz. Blues. Rhapsody in Blue. Ok done with the Word Association Game. Sorry. Sooooooooooo anyways, I got a HAIRCUT. It's been about a year. Ok there was that one little trim in there a few months ago, but that doesn't really count, nor does it count when I trim my own hair... I went to the Paul Mitchell Beauty School: Almost Professional-Quality Haircuts, far from Professional Prices. Wow I should write commercials. And Star in them. I know you're all on the edge of your seats, dying to know whether I chopped it all off in a frenzied moment of frustration, or just went for a teensy tailoring trim. And the answer is... I forgot. Just kidding: teensy tailoring trim. My stylist was a very nice girl with GREAT hair. We always judge stylists by their hair. Every time I've had a bad haircut it's because the girl didn't know how to fix hair, as evidenced by her own bad hair. And not only did this lady cut my hair exactly the way I wanted it, she even took the time to show me some simple tips and tricks on how to fix it myself without taking THREE hours. I have found true hair love. This is the girl I want to spend my life with. I'll be her client forever and ever AMEN.