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.
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suck it up princess!
and I say that with any sort of kindness that is left in my body (let it be known that I probably used it all up earlier at rehab).
good luck with BJ and I promise not to laugh if it's bad when I see you in TO!
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