My hairstylist (in NY) had a co-worker call me on Friday to cancel my Saturday appointment. I was scheduled to come into the city to get the haircut and then to hang out with friends, but when Skipper (yeah, I know, I've ridiculed somebody for being called "Scooter" yet still get my haircut by a 50-something who calls himself "Skipper") cancelled I blew off the trip into the city.
Instead I found the most overpriced unisex salon in Princeton and called them for an appointment. It turns out that the place is a shrine to Paul Mitchell hair products and they actually have "grades" of stylists. A Level I stylist ($35.00) is probably fresh out of beauty school and wouldn't know product if she/he fell over it. They have levels up to and including V. I got a lovely Level IV stylist (and why do I suddenly feel like I'm getting my hair styled by a friggin' Scientologist?)
She was nice enough. I explained, patiently, about how I have "difficult" hair which is why I've been getting it cut by the same guy for 20 years. I told her about the "side-part." She listened politely, then showed me a bunch of pictures in some big book full of chiseled, starved, golden youths with fabulous hair-dos.
She then proceeded to chop the crap out of my baby-fine/silver/gray hair and now I look like the way Jimmy Fallon will probably look in another 25 years. It's all spikey and short, with cowlicks sticking out all over the place. I'm to go back in two weeks for a free "tune-up", whatever the hell that is.
Anyway, Mz. Level IV's services cost me $50.00 for the cut (plus $10.00 for a tip) plus parking in Princeton on Saturday (another $6.00). So, all in all, I might as well have gone into Manhattan to get it done there.
But to be honest, I like it. I like it being different.
I could always count on my old stylist to do exactly the same thing he'd been doing for 20 years, risk free, over and over again. My head had become "Groundhog Day."
Now it looks like it belongs in the 21st century.
Oh, and I didn't buy any Paul Mitchell Product.
I buy all my hairstyling needs at Target. I highly recommend "Got2BGlued." That shit is like epoxy. If you still have hair, go buy some!
p.s. I forgot to mention that I took myself to see "The Ten" after my haircut. It was mildy amusing (i.e. slightly sacrilegious), but fell far short of of the side-splitting "Dogma" (the mere viewing of which automatically condemns one for all eternity -- rent it tonight!!!)