By The Wiz
OK! Blog fixed! For the record, it was SO NOT MY FAULT! Our internet provider was having issues, and those issues were causing Akismet to fail, so I spent much of today deleting some of the nastiest spam I have ever seen. But it does seem to be that most of you couldn’t access the blog anyway, so that’s good, I guess.
Let me begin by telling you that I go to a place called “Cost Cutters” which is equivalent to a Great Clips, or a Supercuts. You walk in, you get who you get, the end. Shampoo is extra. Cheaper, faster, and not always the best looking.
However, I have found this gal at said Cost Cutters who is very good, so I know her schedule, I go during those hours, and if she is busy, I wait. Capiche?
Ok, so she’s cutting my hair and whatever, when someone walks in and asks to get her haircut for her WEDDING TOMORROW.
Haircut lady and I decided we must have heard wrong, and she’s merely attending a wedding tomorrow.
My gal tends to take a long time cutting hair (and working my brows, I have SERIOUS brows, people) and this bride had her hair cut and lip waxed before I was done.
I pounced on the other stylist.
“Did she really say she’s getting married tomorrow?”
“Do you cut her hair regularly?”
“Never seen her before in my life.”
And, um, not to be rude or anything, but it was the general consensus among us gals that walking into a Cost Cutters and having a random person cut your hair the day before your wedding is a fairly risky thing to do. And, um, not to be DOUBLY rude, (and I totally didn’t say this), but somebody else there cut my hair before I found the gal I liked, and she is responsible for the Hillary Swank look I was sporting for a while. Not pretty. Bride was lucky she didn’t get her, or she would have…I don’t know what….it’s just lucky.
I got my hair professionally done on the day of my wedding, and my hairstylist at the time opened up early for me and we were the only ones there as she sprayed and pulled. It was nice of her, really. Plus, I knew EXACTLY what she was going to do. We had practiced, you see. I wasn’t leaving this up to fate.
(Of course, by the end of my reception, everything had gone to hell, but that’s to be expected when you get your hair done at 7:30 a.m. and then leave at 10:30 p.m. My reception went long. VERY LONG.)
I can’t help thinking about that bride today. Did the wedding go well? Is she liking her hair? Is the veil sitting just right? Is she even wearing a veil? Is she going to look back at the pictures and smile, or is she going to look at them and gag at her hair? And most of all, WHY DID SHE RISK IT?
Maybe she’s far less shallow than I am, and is above worrying about things like hair on the most important day of her life. I’m going to go with that.
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