G went on his rafting trip Saturday morning. Before he left, he made a mis-step – he planned my Saturday for me.
I do NOT like having my time scheduled without my input. And, in this case, he planned it all despite my desire to not do what he was planning. In fact, my mentioning this point was pretty much ignored which meant I was pretty pissed off.
He had gotten me tickets to see Prairie Home Companion at the zoo before he committed to the trip. I wanted to go, but was not exactly overly excited by it. When I found out he was going to miss it, I told him to sell the tickets – but he didn’t pick that up (even when I said ‘sell the tickets’). He instead got his parents to take the girls from me, then started to tell me all of the people I could take with me instead.
I had already planned on going to get my hair cut and dyed. He has been wanting me to get my hair redder for a while, and I made a mistake. I told him that I would only do it if it was done professionally. He got me a gift certificate. So, I scheduled the appointment for Saturday (and got my own babysitter not knowing G had scheduled his parents).
I dropped the girls off at their house at lunch, then went to get my hair done. I had never been to this place before – and, to be honest, they passed my test. I told the woman to make a suggestion on what I should do after laying out the parameters: keep the length, must be wash and wear, and must be able to pull it all back if I choose.
Most stylists look at me in horror. The boundary box is not narrow enough. It is too open ended. They are afraid of screwing up.
But, here’s the thing. I’m not going to pretend I know “what’s in”. I’m not going to pretend I know what will look good. That’s their job. My expertise is in computers and systems. Want me to give my opinion about that stuff – I can do that. My hair? Nope. Don’t ask me. I have no idea. That’s their job, in my opinion.
This sylist? She didn’t flinch. She said “cool”, then went to get a color book to talk red colors. It took us seconds to agree upon the color. “Wow, you’re easy” was her comment. Yeah I guess I exude it.
After she got it all in my hair, we waited and waited and waited. She washed it out and gave me a scalp massage. I love having someone else washing my hair anyway, but she has magic fingers. I didn’t even need to see the color – she had me at the hair wash.
But, the color – the color was perfect. Then she cut it – and that was good too. She straightened it which was weird, butI didn’t care. I was happy it looked like I had hoped.
I finally after many attempts found someone to go with me to the show. We met there – and drank. It was nice. She is a riot. I’ll have to tell the story about the concert last year that we attended. She told me all about her in-laws swinging days. Yeah, that’s a whole other story.
The show was pretty entertaining…..until the guy in front of us yelled at us for talking. I guess the two guys next to him who were talking more than we were, were not bothering him as much as we were. It’s a fucking outdoor amphitheater. People talk. What a dick. Maybe he should drink more.
But, all in all – it was a good day. I haven’t had a day alone in a while.