so i took a mental health afternoon yesterday. had my crazy time, then decided it was time for a haircut. i have not had my hair cut or anything in probably a whole year. i was my own biggest pet peeve. (my biggest pet peeve is people with too long hair. yes. there is such a thing as TOO LONG hair) i mean, i'm pretty low-mai these days, i don't have to look presentable on a day to day basis, it's hot, so it's just ponytail weather, and ok, i have been all depressy and grossy too. but today was the day i decided i needed to get my hairs did.
mr Thing is in town for a few days, so i call him up and we meet down at the salon. another reason i love me some randys is because i can call at noon and get an appt the same day nooo problem. i've been going to randy for years. like, since '99? a long ass time. and i have always always let him do whatever he wants to my hair. i just go in and say, "its yours to do with!" settle in and let him work his magic. and i always come out of there looking insanely incredible. i've let him do a pixie cut, asymmetrical cuts, crazyass colors, what.ever. and it's always been outraegously awesome.
he said that he gives me the haircuts that he wishes he could do on himself (but he can't b/c his hair is thick and wavy) and he really gets excited to do my hairs. yay!
and the best part- cut. color. blowout. is always under 100$. i know if i got this kind of work done at a different salon anywhere else in town, it would be at least a $200 job esp with the long hairs.
So i go in, and i'm all "randy! guess what. i've been dumped from all the way in the desert. can you believe this?" and in randy fashion, he looked at me, said, "uh uh girl. he did not. i'm going to rock you out. sit back and relax" word!
it was like the old days, Pixel running around the salon, and mr Thing hangin out with us.
so i got color, a fierce cut, and i seriously, have not felt this good in years. i love watching the hair fly off my head and seeing it all just go. away. quite liberating. and he's all "i love it too! i never get to do this!" i felt hot.
and at the end, it was only like $80. word! i am so freaking lucky to have him. so i go out to the car, and what do i see? a parking ticket. i parked there at like 4:30. and meter's stop at 5 and i was hanging out at the coffeeshop outside for a good 20 minutes. i bet i got the ticket like 4:55 fucking parking ticket bitches.
whatever. i don't care. i look hots. so we go to the heezy and plan out the evening. i tell mr thing that i've got to ask him some opinions on new jeans that i got. and i had to get new jeans b/c the ones i have, all of them are way too big now. way to big to be altered even. so i got some cute cheap jeans at the aeropostle. total rave, one pair fits almost just like my True Religions. for 20$!
so i try on the jeanses and mr thing is all, "what happened? you are so tiney, when did this happen? like yesterday?" so at least i'm not making shit up. he approves of said jeanses, and says, "you look fantastic. i guess i never noticed b/c all your clothes are just too big for you now. let's see what homeboy says when he gets back from overseas when he sees you"...hmph. i don't know if he wants to even be around to see this.
so we head out and go eat. we are just havin a good time, jabber jabber away and we get to the place and park and of course. he says something, as we are getting out of the car and i'm like, 'wha-?' and *slam* i shut the door.
WITH THE KEYS IN THE CAR
WITH THE CAR RUNNING.
what? i NEVER do that. i've never ever ever ever locked my keys in my car. ok once. but the window was down enough for me to reach in and unlock the door.
so jeebus. what the eff. and of course, my phone is on it's last battery bar and about to die, but i txt me some google for "pop a lock" and get the number. google ROCKS. and it's like a 40min wait for dude to come pop my lock. so we get to hang out in the mall parking lot and act like yeah, we are just chillin. you know, covered parking style.
so pop a lock comes on time, and this lady with a stroller strolls by and i think that she's smiling in sympathy, i mean, i would if i saw someone in my situation. but no. she is all "he's blocking me in" WHAT A BITCH. do you think i called pop a lock for FUN? i'm in a SITUATION HERE. and no. it's not going to take but 5 minutes. and guess what. we were done and out of there before she even got her fucking baby and shit all packed up in her fucking camry. what is it with people and babies think that we have to bow to them. FOR THE CHILDREN. DO IT ALL FOR THE CHILDREN. thats why children are growing up to be self entitled assholes. gah. bitch.
ok. so that's taken care of. $45.00. woot. we go eat, and have a great time at dinner, and then i get the food comas, and we bounce. mr thing has to pack and get shit together b/c he's leaving tomorrow for another 5 weeks on tour. we are really lucky to have each other. we both know that whatever shakes down, we'll be there for the other one in whatever capacity we can.
these last few weeks, in trying to let go of the kick, in trying to forget him, i have concluded, that i'm really lucky. i may not have his love in my life, but i have a lot of love in my life. i genuinely feel like i'm an awesome person, that i get to be the one who picks and chooses who gets my awesomeness. and i do have love for myself. and i have love from mr thing. genuine love. not necessarily romantical love, but genuine person to person love. not many people can say they have that. and whatever shakes down in the end, i'll be fine. i'm not worried about a thing.
and mr thing said, "as long as we've got each other, we can get through anything"
thats what i want. thats who i need to be around. we are not going to end up together in a married/couple sense, but we are tighter than family, and no one can even compare. so whoever either of us ends up with has to know that there is always going to be an element of lizndave. it will never threaten our respective relationships, but they need to recognize and accept it.
well, my post was initially about how i tried to save money on my great haircut which was just offset by my parking ticket and my pop a lock service, but of course, i digress. and this time, in a good way.
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