I did it. I cheated on my hair guy. My hair and I have been faithful to the same hair guy, our beloved Jimmy, for 5 years now. Moving to Florida wasn't even going to stop me from using Jimmy to keep my hair lookin good. Only while I was in New Orleans for Thanksgiving, the days were accomplished that I should have a haircut. Except Jimmy decided he wasn't going to be in town for Thanksgiving. AAAAAHHH!
My hair doesn't go 5 weeks without a cut. It just doesn't. Not if I want to maintain its attitude. And so I did it.
I went to Salon Salvatore. This place came highly recommended by friends from work. You can imagine my guilt as I walked in this place.
It
Was
AWESOME!
I walked in the door and as they checked me in, I was offered a drink. I took the Bud Light, of course. The shampoo was a MASSAGE. It took forever!!! The conversation was great. Not Jimmy, but still great. There were beautiful people and beautiful surroundings. I was pampered and relaxed and got a freakin' awesome haircut.
Sigh...
It was truly incredible. But still as I left the salon right after I made an appointment for my next indiscretion, I couldn't help feeling my heart break a little.
I missed Jimmy, and getting my haircut in my own kitchen since Katrina destroyed his shop. I missed big pots of chili, and my framily digging in while we take turns getting haircuts in the kitchen chair. I missed sweeping up 5 different colors of hair after we were all done.
Sigh...
Anyway, it was incredibly cool at Salon Salvatore. Yet another bittersweet moment in this transition. Life's give and take.
So... does this make me a... a hair whore?? I know, I know... time to get some rest before I digress any more.
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3 comments:
I still think it's awesome that we both see a Jimmy for our hair stuff.
This had me laughing out loud! I have the most amazing stylist here in town (who I found by chance) who works wonders on my extremely-difficult-to-cut-well-hair.
I considered cheating on her one weekend when I just wanted to feel all primped and she was out of town, but I COULDN'T bring myself to go through with it. I SO understand how you felt.
Ooh, I want to go!
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