I have not been happy with my hair. It looked good and it behaved very nicely; it just wasn’t me. I felt like a soccer mom. This morning I called Aprille and she told me to come in and she would fix it. And she did. She cut the back shorter and it now seems much more stylish. Thank goodness she was able to fix it. I don’t blame Aprille but rather John. Why John? Because he keeps playing Phil Collins on his iPod. When that first Phil Collins song came out of the speakers, I told him to turn it off!
“Why?”
“Because if I listen to Phil Collins, I will cut my hair and buy a station wagon.”
John apparently thought these were good things because ever since he finds reasons to play Phil Collins. And just as I said would happen, I CUT MY HAIR SHORT! If this continues, I will be trading in the Chevy Caprice for a Station Wagon. I hope he heeds my words and stops playing Phil Collins. I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
After my hair cut, Aprille, her boss, and I had mimosa’s! Studio 39 is just the coolest!
So long as the drinks are AFTER the haircut I guess that’s a good thing 🙂
My brother once got the worst haircut at someplace in Manhattan. He knew there was something odd about the place but couldn’t figure it out – then it hit him. The place had NO MIRRORS!!!
If they try and keep you from seeing your head while they’re clipping away that can’t be a good thing. It probably also kept him from seeing that the guy was sipping Night Train behind his back.