Phil vs. Jill: Battle of the scissors

A few weeks back, I was at a friend's engagement keg party (it was a whole lot classier than that sounds, perfect backyard bbq actually) when the convo turned to that of hair. Now, I am forever indebted to this friend for referring me to a fine hairstylist in my new city. My friend was expressing her dissappointment in the fact that she couldn't get in to see our shared stylist, Jill, until her actual wedding day in October. I believe I scoffed and said something along the lines of "That's funny, bc I just booked an appointment with her on a Thursday evening two weeks from now." Apparenlty, that was a little something we writer types like to call foreshadowing.

Present day - the Thursday evening two weeks from now is upon us and today I arrive home to pick up a voicemail from the salon that says "Just confirming your appointment for a cut and colour tomorrow with Phil."

What? Did I hear that correctly? I'm sure that just said Phil.

So I call the salon back and say look, I have a message confirming my appointment with Phil, when in fact I booked my appointmnet with Jill. Please confirm that I am seeing Jill tomorrow.

Oh, no, you're seeing Phil. Dissapointment ensues. Turns out Jill is, as my friend had mentioned, teaching a class and only working Saturdays.

And who is this Phil? Will I like him?

I'm not going to lie to you, salon gal says. He can't do what Jill does.

Oh no, no, I say. That just will not do. I am going to NYC on Tuesday and I absolutely have to have my hair cut and colored. And I need to like it. I am turning 30 and my self-esteem is already at an all-time low.

Well, Jill is referring all her clients to Bobby Jo. She can get you in on Saturday morning.

Will I like Bobby Jo? Tell me the truth, between her and Phil?

Definitely Bobby Jo.

OK. So now I have an appointment with BJ on Sat morning, which while I am pleased that I am still getting in, it's just one more thing I've got to do this weekend before I leave, and will take a good three hours out of my day.

Woe is me. It's not easy being a princess these days.

NYC: Rules of Engagement

Since my cellular telephoning device tells me that we are now only 10 days away from departing for the big apple, I feel it is necessary to lay down a few basic ground rules for myself and my travelling companions.

1) Thou shalt stay hydrated.
2) Thou shalt not sleep with Derek Jeter (he has herpes)

I hope you read that last part in a whisper, it's pretty hush-hush.

Other than that, anything goes.

Lord help us all.

Operation Silent Thunder

Oh my gawd the Daily Show is going to Iraq!

This is so worth staying up late on school night for.

And since we're on the topic of JS now (read his books, dammit, he's funny!), this is a perfect time for a list of men-I-should-have-a-fling-with-to-cope-with-turning-thirty

In random order:

Colin Firth

Luke Wilson

Clive Owen (but only for dirty, dirty sex)

Patrick Dempsey

and always, always, Jon Stewart

This is a living document and I reserve the right to add or subtract from it whenever I see fit.

That is all.

~two posts in one day, you probably won't hear from me for another month now.

~wait, I'm not going to go to jail for posting Jon's pic, am I?

I envy the stupid...

who spend their days free of thought.

I pass a store called Katch 22 in the Exchange daily on my way to and from work. Today I noticed a big sale sign in the window (30 - 60 percent off) so I dropped in to check out a bag I'd been eyeing for a while. It's a colorful travel bag that would be perfect to say pack empty and return full of new pretty NYC purchases. I couldn't see the price tag on it so I asked the saleslady, a twenty-one-ish, doe-eyed thing, if it was on sale. She responded that it was always on sale. "Oh?" I replied. "How much is it on sale, then?" To which she said, "Oh it's not on sale." Confused, I say, "But you just said it's always been on sale. It's not on sale then?" "No," she replied. "I thought you meant was it for sale." Yes, bc I would be asking if an item prominently displayed in the window of your store was actually available for purchase in your store......why do I have to share my planet with these people?

The Exchange had a particulary odd (more odd than the usual odd) smell this morning. Like dead bodies thawing in the spring. Lovely, really.

Bitaemo!

Just returned from a super fun party weekend in GP. I went to Dauphin's National Ukrainian Festival with my madre on Saturday. The weather was somewhat less than co-operative. The afternoon grandstand show had to be cancelled bc of the rain and then the evening show performers got about half way through when ominous clouds came in from the west. People slowly began to retreat to the top of the hill. Then dark sheets of rain became visible and more people began moving. Finally, big, slow drops started falling and literally hundreds of people started making the dash for cover. Except it was Dauphin, and this was the Ukrainian festival, so it was hundreds of senior citizens slowly but hurriedly shuffling their way to shelter. Mom and I (and everyone else) got completely soaked.

But at least the cossacks got to ride in on their horses before the rain started, because that's always the highlight of the show anyway.

And, as my parents always say, now that the festival is over, summer is gone.....it's kinda sad.

On a brighter note, I got to spend some time with my niece, who is growing and sooooooooo cute. See the pic her very mature daddy took after supper at mom and dad's house on Sunday. And I had a super fun time at games night with Jo, Bean and the BSM. We played a farming game and I didn't come in last place!

All in all, a perfect weekend.