So here I am, taking the infamous stroll home down Lexington Ave. I randomly stop at some cafe for this Grilled Chicken Cesar Salad that catches my eye. Okay fine, not the usual but ill accept it. I continue walking, making the daily glances at the usual suspects, bumping into tourists starring at maps, diving into oncoming traffic when it happens. I see it. A magnetic force takes over me and pulls me in. A hair salon.
Mind you, I had NO intention whatsoever of doing this but the time had officially come. My roots couldnt take the misery and embarrassment anymore so I think they forced me in there. Deep down I was kinda hoping they didn't take walk ins but today was an exception. Joelle, from Morocco, and absolutely amazing, was about to leave when she insisted she would stay to do my "touch up".
Of course, once you put me in the cape and sit me on the seat, my mind starts racing and thinking back to old facebook pictures of all my different hair colors. She verifies that we are only doing a touch up when I use my famous " no wait! how about..." line and then she joins me in the journey through past profile pics. We decide its summer, Im in a new city, I already landed a job, so why not go blonder? And there we go..on came the bleach and out went my inhibitions. I felt the life rush into me, I was instantly more fun or shall I say 'funner' since I am in fact a blond again. (if you dont get that joke, step away from this blog)
I tell her shes my new favorite person, she tells me I "better keep this color for awhile or my hair will suffer". Joelle and I are an instant pair.
I really dont know what my deal is with the constant hair change. I guess its because I can and why not? or some psychological factor dealing with change or control? Whatever it is, its strange. and expensive. I thought it was a stage but this has been a really long one ever since I chopped all my hair off and left to Paris. I just don't relate to one type of hair color and like to express my different personalities at any given time. its also fun confusing people. Im a James Bond-ish mystical spy with different looks. yea, i like that reason.
Speaking of mystical, you know how I mentioned my intrigue with the "mystical strangers on train 7"? Well with all this Swine talk, im looking at these mystical strangers and wondering what the hell they are doing mystically sneezing all over the place. Everyone was a suspect this afternoon and I think they knew it cause whenever Id hear a sneeze or sniffle, Id sharply glance their way in a face of worry. I saw three people wearing masks and some other people covering their mouth with their sweaters. Me, I just stuck to not breathing. It only held up one stop though : /
One of my Miami friends is in town and were gonna go out for dinner and drinks. I just ate my random chicken cesar salad but whats a second dinner when you have to be in a bathing suit all weekend in the Hamptons? Diet Schmiet.
Anywho, here's a picture of the chosen look that Joelle and I both liked, this is the reason for my compulsive dye job.
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