Sep 07 2006
The Highlights Reel
The (temporary) cure for the (hopefully temporary) detox blues was as simple as getting my hair highlighted! I’m all shiny and pretty, and now with fewer toxins!
At the salon, there was some TV person having her hair done. I didn’t recognize her, and I kept hoping the stylist would say her name after overhearing intriguing snippets like:
“Who does your hair on the show? It looks great!”
“I hate my hair on the show!”
Later she complained about not being able to get into any of her three favorite restaurants in New York, so she can’t be that famous.
One of the stylists was chatting with another one about a party they’d been to last night:
One: “I never thought a woman that small could be so loud. And she never shut up. Was she drunk or something?”
Two (very seriously): No. It’s all natural.”
When I left, I was treated to the sight of a slim-challenged and hygiene-challenged guy displaying a horrifying amount of butt cleavage and wearing a t-shirt with the slogan “The Erotic Chef will eat you now.” Something’s always happening in that ‘hood. Took my mind right off the detox, it did.
I may be gay now.