Chicago Trip 2009

March 3rd, 2009 . by Melissa

This past weekend we went up to Chi-Town to spend time with a bunch of really awesome people including two of my most favorite friends in the world! Since our camera died before we even took the first picture I borrowed these pics from the talented Bryana.

Hair Cut or Price Cut ?

March 2nd, 2009 . by Melissa

I hate getting my haircut. Mostly because I am uncomfortable with potentially awkward situations and sitting all alone for an hour with a random stranger is on a par with a bad first date. So, awkwardphobia keeps me from regularly clipping my locks. Instead of going to the salon every six weeks (as prescribed by…well, who decided that was the standard anyway?), I am “lucky” to sit down in that soft, spiraling chair more than 4 times a year.

My slight bout of social anxiety isn’t the only matter holding me back from routine mane-tenance; my penny-pinching habits also keep my hair out from under the scissors. It seemed, not so long ago, I could get washed, cut, styled, spritzed, sprayed, massaged, you name it, all for about $15.99. I’m not sure what happened to this deal or where I ever found it but it seems that even the minimalist can’t receive two ale cart hair services for less than $18.

After several bad (but inexpensive) mall haircuts I decided to try a few local independent salons within walking distance of my office. On several occasions I came away with a decent do, but the depleting funds in my wallet lead me to believe I was getting ripped off like waxed eyebrows.

I waited 4 months before getting another haircut. When I was at the point where I could no longer see because my shaggy bangs were extending past my eyelids I began searching the internet for a very hairy discount. Mastercuts, also only a few blocks from my office, boasted a $2 off any cut coupon. I decided to give them a chance. When I stepped into the shop, I immediately noticed and aura of testosterone. When it was finally my turn to sit in the hot seat, I pointed out my observation to the female hairdresser who then commented: “Yeah, like 80% of our clientele is male.” I should have got up as soon as she finished that statement, but that seemed more awkward than the conversation we were about to have; which included her high school boyfriend pressing charges against an overweight “buddy” that sat on (and completely caved in) the hood of his truck earlier that day. And again, when more than 50% of her conversation (because she definitely owned it) was about her tricked-out truck, it might have been smart to walk away.

I didn’t want my hair washed because it was an extra 3 bucks and the whole point of going there was to save, right? So, she wetted my hair down with a spritzer bottle, which I thought was a little lazy. Then she trimmed next to nothing off of my hair and kept asking me what I wanted to do with my layers…except I don’t have layers. And when it was time to trim my bangs she cut them straight across my face like Cleopatra. I definitely used the word “swoopy bangs” but apparently that wasn’t in her vocab. I think she could see the look of panic across my face as she turned me into a B.C. Egyptian Queen. She said, “Don’t worry. I had a girl totally freak out once when I tried to cut her bangs like this. I promise it will look great.” She definitely did not deliver on that promise, when I walked out of the shop and got into the car Jason just laughed and laughed and laughed. Finally, once he had contained himself he said, “You look like you just walked out of the 80’s.” And that concludes my worst haircut ever. You definitely get what you pay for in the hair market.