New Haircut and A Compliment

I have a new haircut -- Well, not really new, but better, I guess. I have given up on my new hair stylist at The Salon and gone back to my old one at Salon Visage. When I first started going to Salon Visage, it scared the bejeezus out of me. The people there are SCARY! They're all 20, pierced, tattooed and it feels like they've all sucked down about a gallon of Red Bull right before you got there. Everybody wears black and they have the Fashion Channel on at all times where little 65-pound women walk back and forth on catwalks in supremely ugly clothes where their boobs are almost always JUST about to pop out. You can see why I kinda felt out of place there.

But I sucked it up and made an appointment last week because my hair was like straw and because my roots were in bad shape -- and I mean bad. When I called, I was pleasantly surprised to learn they had now opened a new salon on Market Square, much closer, and my colorist now worked there. So I marched down there today. LOVED IT! It's so not like the shop out west. It's laid back, quiet and they play actual music I know -- Rascal Flatts, can I get an Amen, anyone?!? They still have the Fashion Channel on, but it's not nearly as offensive there for some reason.

So anyway, I sit down to get all foiled up and the girl across from me hears me talking to Caroline, the hair color girl that I dearly love. Caroline's asking about all my kids, how they are, etc., just catching up. So the woman in the chair across from me says, "There's no way you have a teenager." I said, "Well, he's my stepson, but I did just turn 38 a couple of weeks ago, so I'm definitely old enough." She screamed -- I mean it. She screamed and said, "Shut up!" The girl doing her hair literally said, "I don't know what virgin blood you're drinking, but I want some of it." MADE...MY...DAY! Never going back to The Salon again...