I must be worried about my upcoming haircut. Actually, scratch that. I know I’m worried about my upcoming haircut. (I will make a note to add this to the list of worries – see “Worry List” blog). On December 21, 2010, I will have made the executive decision to bring back the bangs. Scary thought, I know, but hopefully not scary in person. Don’t worry. I’m not going with the 80’s bangs (or the 80’s permed bangs, in my unfortunate case back in 1989). I’m going with the long, straight bangs (Google Taylor Swift at the 2010 AMA’s and hopefully it will resemble my upcoming ‘do). Anyway, I’m so frightened by this thought that naturally, I’ve started to dream about it. So here it is…
I’m outside of this fancy-schmancy hair salon in NYC. No, I don’t know why I apparently have to travel to NYC to get a dream haircut, so don’t bother asking. There are two doors to the hair salon. One says “Cut” the other says “Trim”. I boldly walk into the “Cut” door and am met by my assigned hair stylist, who happens to have the EXACT haircut that I want! While she is “getting ready” for my big hair cut (no, I don’t know what she would need to do to “get ready” for my haircut), she lets me know that games are available while I wait. Games? Let me clarify. While waiting for your hair stylist to “get ready” at this hair salon, the guests are invited to play pool games. Me and the other guests had a pretty intense game of Marco Polo going on when my stylist alerted me that she was ready. Once you sit in the chair, the owner of the salon makes his rounds with what looks to be a chalk line (similar to what you would use to put shingles on houses… impressive that I know what a chalk line is, right?!). Anyway, he goes around and marks on your face any “improvements” that the salon thinks that you need, which they offer in addition to haircuts (i.e. Botox). I knew he was going to mark my forehead wrinkle, and without surprise, he did. I politely declined any other services besides the haircut though. I wisely know that even Botox can’t get rid of that sucker. Anyway, that’s where the dream ended. I don’t know what my haircut turned out like. I wish I did. That way, in real life I would know whether or not to make the cut.
Maybe this dream will come in episodes until December 21st (a.k.a the big day). I hope so, because seriously, it was one of the most vivid – an equally hilarious - dreams that I’ve had in awhile. Stay tuned.
