I was too tired to go to jujitsu yesterday evening, so I decided to run my errands after work. I stopped by the bank, upgraded my checking account to this great new free checking program they told me about just before I ordered checks, and thereby ordered my free checks (now I’m so glad that stupid mail order check company screwed up). Then I went to a local haircut place. There were 3 people waiting, 1 in the chair, and there appeared to be 1 person cutting hair. I left. Mr. W suggested I call the upscale salon by his place that had me on the wait list all weekend. I did, and they said they were completely booked up except for…oh…a 6pm appointment. “What time is it now?” I asked. “5:20.” “I’ll be there.” I grabbed my laptop and tax stuff and drove 20 miles down there, arriving 5 minutes late.

I pretty much told the lady to do whatever she thinks would look good cuz my hair was completely grown out, anyway. I told her the backup was to cut it really short, above my shoulders. She didn’t want to do that, she said she liked my hair long, thought about trimming an inch or two, but then opted for about 3.5 inches and relayered everything. She trimmed the bangs a little, left them long and sweeping across my forehead, blew the layers outward to give a very retro-70s go-go-girl flip. It was really cute. Of course, when I do my own hair, it’ll flip inward, not outward. The first person to notice today was my trial DA. So I guess it isn’t very extreme of a cut, but it is a nice refreshing change.

While I was at the salon, Mr. W and his daughter (who had been having dinner at a Red Robin nearby) stopped by the front glass wall and waved and pointed and mimed. Yes, mimed. Mr. W mimed walking down stairs with his daughter piggyback on his back, and almost couldn’t get back up from the squat position. “You know them?” the lady doing my hair asked. “No,” I replied.

Then I went to Mr. W’s house where I did most of my taxes. It was a very productive evening.