Sunday, October 23, 2005

Tragedy at the Hair Salon

I gave in and got my hair did today. Since I have an interview next week I decided I needed to shed the roots I've been nurturing since May so I can look sleek and professional for the big wigs. I didn't feel like renting a car and braving the beltway to get to my usual Maryland place, so I tried out this hot salon in the building I work in. I definitely got my money's worth on the hair cut and color, the people were all friendly, and the decor is top notch.

Hair dressers are strange people. Mine have always been good people, but they're all overly chatty, and I don't really enjoy being trapped in a situation where I have to talk to a stranger for three hours. Especially when those strangers have a tendency to overshare. My particular salon happened to be dripping with tragedy, I discovered, as I sat in my chair and learned the intimate details of two men's lives in an awkward and much too casual way.

First, I met the colorist. Nice guy. From Boston, via New York City. Goes to the dentist in my building, who he highly recommends. His general practitioner in NYC was widely known as Dr. Feel Good because he'd prescribe drugs to his patients hardly-any-questions-asked. My colorist used to get a lot of Ambian from him because he'd take four a night after his partner died in 9/11. He has porcelin veneers. My colorist, that is, not his partner who died in 9/11.

The guy who cut my hair was also very nice, and cute. And straight! His ex-girlfriend is a lawyer who he started dating while she was studying for the bar exam. They broke up because she took a job with BigLaw and he felt like they were having a secret affair rather than a relationship, because she worked 20 hours a day. He loves my long hair. He's growing his hair long so he can cut off 10 inches to donate to cancer patients. His cousin died of leukemia. His other cousin died of lung cancer. She acquired said lung cancer when she was eleven. My hair cutter hates Los Angeles, and showed me how to do sculpted waves with my new cut.

I am uncomfortable. But I have great hair.

3 Comments:

At 8:03 AM, October 23, 2005, Blogger Legal Quandary said...

Yoiks! That does fall into the category of Too Much Information.

But at least the hair cut itself wasn't a tragedy!

 
At 5:49 PM, October 23, 2005, Anonymous eve said...

You know it's a cardinal sin to tell us about how great your hair looks and not give us a picture. You know this, right?

;)

 
At 1:29 PM, October 24, 2005, Blogger maisnon said...

... or at least tell us how to do sculpted waves!

 

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