2008-03-31

Leaving...

Ever wonder sometimes why you bother getting attached to anyone, EVER?

I don't mean that. Of course I don't. I am blessed with wonderful people in my life, and have recently been further blessed by the reappearance of those who knew me YEARS ago, and actually want to get to know me again now.

What I mean to say here is that people leave. People die or move or dump you in spectacularly chickenshit ways. Time and circumstances remove people from your orbit, even people that you think are going to be around until you breathe your last, and leave them.

Believe me when I say that I never thought I'd be one of them bitches that blow four different gaskets when their hairdressers move away. I prided myself in not having any such attachments.

But then I met Robert. And for a while, it was good. It was very, very good. Despite Robert's mop of unruly blue tresses, he worked some real magic on my own hair. He was sweet, he was considerate, he was thorough, and he'd even go out and get me hot chocolate while I was sitting there in my foils.

But he went away. I was DEVASTATED, and to add further insult to injury, I was totally given le shaft by the establishment he'd vacated. Despite my myriad personality flaws, I am nothing if not loyal. So I went to this place thinking I would just slide into the chair of one of Robert's former colleagues, and all would be well. Not so. When I went in this past Friday, having called ahead and made an appointment, I was kept waiting for well over an hour, during the course of which I was assigned two different stylists (according to the rather unsympathetic receptionist), neither of whom emerged to handle my head. Robert would never, EVER have let that happen.

What's a girl to do? I hadn't been to see anyone else in so long. My roots were a complete disgrace, so much so that my therapist looked at me toward the end of our session last week, pressed his palms together, and said, with as much gravity as he could muster, "Now, Leesita, what are you planning to do about...YOUR HAIR?"

(Hey, I pay the guy to be HONEST with me. My life is such that I require brutal honesty at all times.)

So I made an appointment at the salon upstairs from my office. And on Saturday afternoon I met my savior. Heidi. She is sweet, she is considerate, she is thorough. And she has blue hair.

And MY hair is SEEEEWWWWW CUUUUUUUUTE!


My God, I LOVE her.

Bitch had better not leave me, that's all I got to say.

lisamcc at 7:09 p.m.



4 comments so far
andrea
2008-03-31 18:54:38
I love it!
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lj lindhurst
2008-04-01 09:46:32
very cute, Peppermint Patty!
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PK
2008-04-01 23:32:52
Shit YEAH, it's awesome! It looks like a PORNO WIG!
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LisaMcC
2008-04-02 06:31:45
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