Somehow I ended up today at a “hair party” where a stylist comes to someone’s house and does everyone’s hair. This is awesome because it costs much less than having it done at a salon, but this is ridiculous because a process that normally takes about two hours ends up taking seven. Because she’s working on four people at once.
And also possibly because my first round of highlights were blonde and I threatened to cry. LOUDLY.
[“Wow, you’re BLONDE!” said the hostess, as my foils were being taken out.
“Shut UP,” I replied, certain she was messing with me.
“No, um, that’s pretty blonde,” said another.
“The toner will fix that,” said the stylist, but then after I looked in the mirror and panicked and asked if her toner WAS BROWN I guess she realized that no, I was not interested in having blonde streaks, and yes, I was about to burst into tears.]
It all worked out, of course.
We occupied ourselves during down time by eating copious amount of health food like french toast and ice cream, and also by playing Rock Band—wherein I discovered I’m the world’s worst drummer, but my guitar is improving and I can be relied upon to sing a decent facsimile of Aerosmith. My grays were eventually beaten into submission by a color brown that is suspiciously close to black, and the “fixed” highlights are a gorgeous but slightly alien shade of auburn.
As an added bonus, after my haircut there was enough hair on the floor to assemble a medium-sized poodle.
If my new glasses ever get here I shall have to post some pictures of the new look. You won’t recognize me! I’m not even sure I recognize me.
that’s awesome, and i’m incredibly jealous — i love the idea of a hair party. i wonder if i can con my stylist into doing something like that…. glad your blonde streaks are blonde no longer. :)
A hair party sounds like a blast!
You should’ve seen the looks on my family’s faces after I had my hair cut from waist- to chin-length!
I really wished you somehow ended up at a Waxing Party. That would’ve made REALLY good blog fodder.
That sounds like fun! We had the “design team” from the local Paul Mitchel hair school come and do all the girls at our church. They had a blast and gave the craziest hair dos to the adults. We had a blast though, its amazing how fast they an whip out those up dos!
A hair party sounds scary to me! :-o
hey…weird question…you arent in the latest issue of Time, are you?
also, hehe. that sounds like a heckuva party.
Where did you move? Some weird party with odd themes throwing neighborhood? I have never heard of such things. I guess over here we don’t need a reason to drink and act stupid and over there ya’ll don’t need a reason to eat, ur, health food.
Happy NeW Coif Day
love the idea of a hair party. but I’m the one that scares the stylists with drastic cuts and went through a long stretch of different hair colors. from something like orangey blonde to deep reddish auburn (looked purple for a while – very weird) I’ve gotten very boring in my old age. accepting the grey streaks dammit
I want before and afters!
bring on the snapshots!
Can’t wait to see the new you. Will Monkey get blond streaks next? My daughter wants bright red streaks in her brunette hair so she can look like her Zwinky. I know, right?
whats wrong with blonde?
LOL
A hair party is something I can see a family member having. I’d stay far away … can’t wait to see the photos, but will it have Otto’s eyes? :-)
I can’t wait to see photos. I haven’t tried Rock Band yet, but I think I finally have a handle on the easy mode in Guitar Hero. Baby steps.
I went out last night without my daughter for the first time in a really long time (I won’t count how long because it is too depressing) and the girlfriend I was with went on and on about Guitar Hero for hours. Maybe you are next? LOL! Glad your highlights were fixed!
I’ve never even heard of a hair party, but I guess this proves you are very brave indeed.
My usual salon visits take 7 hours. Sounds like fun.
My salon trips almost always end with me in tears. Usually the cut is too short (no do-over there), or the perm takes everywhere but the top of my head. I’ve taken to doing my own hair. I still get comments, so I must do alright.
Blonde — I don’t know if I could do blonde. I’ve always wanted to go red, but never had the guts for more than highlights.
I’ve never heard of a “hair party”. Was there a ‘reason’ for the party or was it just to get together with friends? I’ve never played Rock Band but I know that I stink at Guitar Hero!
Enjoy your new look…I’ve been going to the same guy for 10 years and he’s the best! I really don’t think I could “do” a hair party…you are definitely brave!
Oh, and by the way, I’m blonde!! LOL
Oops…I typed in the wrong website address…I’m just getting back to blogging and trying to remember my new address is tougher than what I thought it would be. I guess my blonde coloring must be affecting my brain or something. :o)
I must congratulate you on your bravery! I also love the idea of a hair party, just so long as it’s my girl who’s doing the hair-ing. I’m sure you look fabulous!
That happened to me once. The brown stayed nice for a while and then I was pretty much auburn until it grew out. I hope that is not the case for you.
Playing the drums with a bunch of foils in your hair. How very punk of you.
Cool…playing Rock Band at a hair party. I guess you officially qualify as a member of a Hair Band now. :)
omg! that sounds like so much fun – another doozy of a post!!
(getting highlights always scares me) lol
this post is worthless without pictures.
:D
Oh I have those hair cuts and poodle perms before…and I went to beauty college. Oh wait, that’s where it happend.
Ooo… I’m not so sure about this “hair party” thing. Sounds scary. The ice cream and french toast sounds great though but I’d probably opt to be a supporter just because I’m deeply attached to my hair. During one of my college sociology courses the teacher asked us what was our favorite part of our body and I, of course, replied my hair. Other people said smart things like their hearts. I am clearly vain. :)
So does this mean that you’re currently in a suspended state of “I’m not sure about this.”
I so know how you feel. The first time I ventured into hair dye it turned reddish instead of brown and I almost cried too. I hated it and ended up redying my hair almost black just to get rid of the red.
Now my best friend, who is a hair dresser, does my hair and always likes to tease me by claiming that my hair has turned red everytime she does my color.