Salon @ MindSay

I'm going to a hair salon for the first time in 2 and a half years on the 28th.

 

This shall be interesting.

 

-Kristal

    So I was sitting in the salon in the process of getting a quart of gunky dye poured on my head, when I looked in the mirror and saw my best friend over to the left. Since he goes to Mass College of Pharmacy, he lives in Boston so I dont see him as often... Needless to say, it was an extreme surprise to see him walking into the salon. Silly Jay-Rad gettin' his hair cut.
    I was planning on going to Amherst with Graham to meet his best friend's girlfriend and just to party in general, so I decided to invite Jared. Cuz' everything is 10 times better when Jay-Rad is present. I finally got my hair evened out, so there is no ridiculous chunk missing, and I got it dyed black (even though it was pretty much black already). I wanted to get it red, but that would have involved color stripping and bleaching. And my hair is so weak that I knew there was no way it could handle that. So yeah... I went with the classic black.
It took 2 hours for them to finish and then I drove to my house to get something in my stomach before I had to drive two hours out to Amherst. (I had woken up at 1, and my hair-cut was at 3, and I can't eat after I just wake up... so yeah... I had breakfast at 5:30.) I elected myself to drive because well... *cough* graham can't drive *cough* (  ).
    So we got there and it turned out that Isaac's girlfriend wasn't even there for the weekend, but it was chill, cuz we chilled with Isaac and his friends. We were gonna play Beruit, but Graham opened the door to the dorm without checking the peep-hole; completely exposing our game table to the RA who was just coming by to tell us to turn the music down. So uh... we ended up going back to Isaac's dorm to sit and drink. But since I was driving, I didn't drink. Either way, they were drinking rum straight... and there was no way in hell I was doin' that.
    Most of the school was gone for the weekend, so there was no one there to even hang out with. We ended up leaving at 11:30 specifically because of that. And even going 90mph in a 65mph zone the whole drive back... it still took 2 hours. I enjoy driving late at night because that's when all the shit happens...

1. A pick-up truck whipped by me at about 120mph with it's gas tank open and plug completely hanging out.
2. A mini-van decided to take a U-turn at one of those "For police use only" breaks in the highway. And apparently he missed the turn, so he reversed down the Mass Pike in the far left lane. So I was coming behind him at 90mph, and I remember thinking, "Wow, I am coming up fast behind him." And then in a split second I realized that was because he was not only stopped... but moving backwards. I swerved out of the way just in time.
3. One minutes from my house I saw 2 police cars with their lights flashing, and when I passed I saw a kid my age performing the whole "walk in a straight line" shit, and on the top of his car were bottles of alcohol and bags of drugs. I felt so mutherfuckin' bad for him. Although he brought it on himself for carrying shit in his car and driving drunk... I still couldn't get it outta my mind for the next hour. Like I felt so much empathy for him it was frustrating.

    Yeah, so on the ride back we spent alot of the time reminising on the past. Like how great DXM was, and all the drug experiences I've had. How Jared and I met and all the shit we used to do. And then Graham and I began to talk about the begining of our relationship, and it was nice to remember all of that. It was uber nostalgic. But I find that always happens, the later it is at night the thinner the veil between consciousness and unconsciousness is. So I find my imagination and memory are better and overall just more lucid at night.

In conclusion: that was my weekend.

And on a completely unrelated note, here's a sexy collage extravaganza:

Ok, I nominate myself for Dingbat of the Day.  Here's my account of what I did to deserve this honor.  Yesterday I made an appointment for a pedicure at the salon that my friend Stephanie goes to.  I even asked for the same woman that does Stephanie's nails.  I made the appointment in the morning , so I could drop off Sarah, and then go straight to the salon, and then I planned on running a bunch of errands.  So, this morning besides getting Sarah prepared for school (breakfast, make her lunch, pack her bookbag with show & tell item and her Mimi for naptime), I had to get all the stuff I needed for my errands prepared.  I remembered everything but the piece of paper that had the salon's name and phone number.  So, there I am at 9:30 driving around the strip mall looking for a nail salon named R Nails and not finding it at all.  I try to call Stephanie, but she's up north camping and there's no answer on her cell.  Finally at 9:45 I pull up to a place called M Nails and go in.  In very broken english the lady behind the counter asks me what I need.  I say, "I think I have an appointment here for 9:30 with Jesse?"  She nods her head and says, "Yeah, yeah, come in.  Pick your color.  She be with you in 5 minutes."  At this point I'm still not sure if it's the right place, but I check the price list and it's the price that Stephanie told me she pays, and then I spotted a gentleman working there and he too has broken english, like the guy who took my appointment over the phone, and so, I just figure it's the right place.  I get my pedicure, pay and go run the rest of my errands.  A couple of hours later Stephanie calls and says, "I saw that you called.  What did you need?"  I tell her my story and then she says, "Oh no, you went to the wrong place."  I got the location of the salon that Stephanie uses confused with the location of the salon that my neighbor, who does nails, use to work at.  I know, I know, how big of a dingbat can I be?  Pretty big.  At least my toenails look pretty.  Oh, and I did call the other salon and apologized profusely for missing my appointment. 

They day has come, very quickly it seems, not quick enough others may argue.  After 5.5 years at a salon called FABU Hair and Esthetics I am moving to a new space to set up shop!  It's scary!  It's aslo uncomfortable, which apparently is a good thing as that means I am stepping out of my comfort zone and growing thru new experiences.

 

I went to FABU after setting up and managing my own salon for "silent" owners.  I set records for growth out of all their salons and my "silent" partners decided I could be doing even more.  It went against my veiw of buisness and I left.  I joined a friend of mine that I used to work with 3 years earlier.  She had just openned FABU and really wanted me there.  We had ups and downs over the 5 years but essentially mainly good.  She gave birth 2 years ago and decided to sell the salon.

 

The new owners said all the right things... to our face.  They would tell us that they really want us there, and then tell other staff that the owners didn't make any money from our rent cheques, and that if we didn't like something we could get out! 

 

I was told by the new owner, on Jan 31st that the salon had lost tons of money since July.  They could no longer pay a receptionist, there were going to be major cutbacks and if they managed to not loose money in Feb they would continue... not sure if they would be around in March.  If I didn't like the new ways then I could pack and go!

 

So here I go!!!

The new salon is called Devadave.  Aside from the fear of change I am really eacited about being there and joining the people there!  It's a pain to move this many clients but it is so worth it!!!