i’m at amy’s salon now. i came over this afternoon and asked her to re-glue a couple of the temporary hair extensions because they were falling out. one in particular was hanging down below all the other hair and this morning while trying to rush out the door i tried to glue it in again but it was in the back plus i don’t know how to do it right and then i got lots of glue all over the back of my head and my hair was pretty much a matted ratty mess.
so this afternoon Amy decided she was going to take ALL the extensions out and put them back in again. i wondered if there would be time for this but she said SURE WE’LL HAVE TIME.
Amy Time.
she took the extensions out and washed my hair and i had to go give a massage.
and then i came back at 5:30 and thought i’d have some time to relax, but my hair was feeling kind of icky and there were still some big clumps of glue in it (from other times i’d tried to re-glue it this week) so amy suggested i wash it again. so i put in more glue remover and then washed my hair again in amy’s fancy salon sink.
you know how you get your hair washed at a salon and you hang your head back and it’s all very nice and civilized and easy? it’s a different thing entirely when you’re hanging your head over the sink. for one thing, the sink is very fancy and kind of small and i soon realized that i was spraying water all over the place. plus i kept dripping all over the floor as i tried to grope around for the shampoo and then for a towel and while i was frantically trying to do all this amy was working on a client and i heard her saying the word DIVA in regards to me and i wanted to yell I’M NOT A DIVA! I’M JUST TRYING NOT TO DROWN MYSELF OR THE ENTIRE SALON HERE!
but since she’s so sweet to do all this stuff to my hair, i have to hold my tongue. even though she keeps saying i’m a DIVA and HIGH MAINTENANCE. i’m not, i swear. not.
i borrowed a hair dryer from the stylist next door because amy was using her dryer, and i managed to blow my (pathetically short it feels like) hair dry, and then i dried the extensions which felt really sticky and gross.
and now i’m waiting for her to glue them back in.
the thing is, we have a pickup rehearsal tonight, and we were supposed to be there…right now, at 6:30. i called and said i’d be there by 7:15. but she’s coloring somebody’s hair now and they’re chatting a LOT because amy chats a LOT and i wonder if i’ll get out of here tonight at all.
just wondering. not actually doing it OUT LOUD, of course. because i don’t want to get yelled at.
but i really hope i’ll be at rehearsal at least close to 7:15. it makes me slightly nervous that i’m not going to be going over the lines in the first act, but i guess there’s nothing i can do about it so i’ll just sit here and take deep breaths and everything will be good…
everything is good…
good…
ok ok ok,
thursday grace.