Last night we got the glorious news that our power had been restored and we are all now home and about to be tucked into our own wonderful — and did I mention our OWN? – little beds.
As you are aware, one of the things that happens during a hurricane is that people lose power. No power means no electricity. No electricity means no hair dryer.
You can see where this is going.
While I can tell you I did not have to have THIS discussion again, I did, indeed, need some help in the hair arena. This is not entirely Ike’s fault. I have been so very, very, very lax in the haircut / color / style area it is shameful. Couple that with feeling a bit displaced, worn out and just OVER the whole situation – I wanted my g-ddamned hair cut.
And may I just take a second to send a shout-out, hood style, to my awesome cousin, Lindsay, who stepped up to herd the cats otherwise known as Leah and Benjamin. She is my hero for today. And does, indeed, rock hardcore.
I brought a picture to the hairdresser and said, “but I’m not sure how long my hair actually is … it has been THAT LONG since I put a blowdryer to it…”
She might have looked a little horrified.
Well, let me just say my hair was as long as it’s EVER been. She took three inches off the front and one off the back – threw in the sexy layers and I am here before you today a woman to be reckoned with again.
And, yes, I recognize that people around these parts have lost their homes and pets and lots of other things and MY HAIR is not a tragedy. But you know what? Tough shit. I needed some pretty. And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go “hair flip and giggle” my ass off.
Or dream about a trip to Paris.