I got my hair cut today. I love the cut, but I am not entirely pleased with the color. It's pretty but not quite what I was looking for today. See, I have sort of dishwater blonde hair. I'm proud of being blonde, but I look better with reddish hair. I've colored my hair 3 times and 2 of them the friend doing it ran out of coloring before she made it all the way through my thick, thick hair so I had this really beautiful calico cat effect where my hair was predominately red with random threads of gold and darker red. I went in to the salon and explained that I wanted to be strawberry blonde again and sort of explained the calico effect as well. The (wonderful) stylist (who I just realized I FORGOT TO TIP! Shit!! Guess where I'm going on the way to work tomorrow...) asked if I wanted highlights. I said "yes" thinking I would get red hair with gold and dishwater highlights. I have dishwater hair with red and gold highlights. Pretty, but....
The haircut is great, however. The stylist made the mistake of shaving the back of my neck just a little in 3 tiny places so I have what I refer to as "scruffa hair". This is very bad. It's like giving a man breasts.
The final shows at Cyrano's went pretty well considering everything. Having this week off has been a blessing. Mark went to play disc golf on Monday and I hung out at home with
We went to play bar trivia with
Last night Mark,