Just for kicks.

Debi:You know what you need?
Marty:What?
Debi:Shakabuku.
Marty:You wanna tell me what that means?
Debi:It's a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Marty:Oh, that'd be good. I think.

I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

When alcestis and I were discussing our Saturday plans, she didn't mention having read my expletive-filled rant from the other night. She did say that she had a "special surprise" for me, that was a secret, and I was to trust her.

Saturday rolls around, we meet for bagels and head off to said surprise. I badgered her on the way, trying to get even a suggestion from her about what this could possibly be. She didn't waver, didn't even flinch when I guessed correctly. I had no idea what was up until we wound up on the doorstep of her salon.

She explained that after reading my post, she realized that what I needed most of all was the aforementioned Shakabuku. "You need a change," she said. "Something needs shaking up. And the best way I know how to do this, is with hair." The Cliff's notes of Abby's theory were that there is very little in life that can't be conquered if you have good hair. I had been unhappy with mine for awhile, and she'd picked up on that. I've been going to my person in Brooklyn for over a decade, and while I love her, the relationship had stagnated. We weren't communicating, and I wasn't happy with the results I had been getting. So, Abby treated me to a new head of hair.

The salon was bustling, bright, and happy. Everyone was nice, and genuinely so. It lacked the depressed vibe that I'd become used to in some of the many salons I'd followed Adrianna to throughout Brooklyn. I am almost definitely going to be going back to this salon - I can't remember the last time I enjoyed getting my hair done as much. Abby even suggested how to cut it - a bit shorter, more layers, more movement, more bangs. The minute that Diana started cutting (after complementing Abby on her hair-assessment skills), I knew I'd done the right thing. I'd started to feel this way after the super-nice shampoo person used the awesome peppermint-scented elixir on my scalp and gave me a scalp and shoulder massage, but I couldn't believe the difference after I saw Diana set to work. My hair is now bouncier and more complementary than it's been in awhile. And I couldn't stop smiling at myself in the mirror. Still can't, really. I feel like a new person. I'd wanted to try this hair place, but I didn't, due to a mix of fear and some demented sense of loyalty to the hairdresser I'd always gone to. It feels weird to me to be moving on in some way, even though I know this feels right.

I'll post new hair pictures when I can.

After our hair adventure, we went to Virgin and their $10 dvd sale (I got Pretty in Pink and Sense & Sensibility). Then we spent quite a few hours at teany and selftoken's apartment, helping her recover from her wisdom teeth removal surgery and just generally hanging out. We had sushi for dinner and then went to East Village Ice Cream on Avenue B - which if you haven't been to yet, be sure to pay them a visit sometime soon. But it was good to hang out with them, and a lot of fun. It was just what I needed.

I also got to catch up with zyll today, which was also terrific. As terrific as tonight's episode of The Dresden Files. :)

All in all, a really good weekend, I think. :D

Just for kicks.

Debi:You know what you need?
Marty:What?
Debi:Shakabuku.
Marty:You wanna tell me what that means?
Debi:It's a swift, spiritual kick to the head that alters your reality forever.
Marty:Oh, that'd be good. I think.

I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

When alcestis and I were discussing our Saturday plans, she didn't mention having read my expletive-filled rant from the other night. She did say that she had a "special surprise" for me, that was a secret, and I was to trust her.

Saturday rolls around, we meet for bagels and head off to said surprise. I badgered her on the way, trying to get even a suggestion from her about what this could possibly be. She didn't waver, didn't even flinch when I guessed correctly. I had no idea what was up until we wound up on the doorstep of her salon.

She explained that after reading my post, she realized that what I needed most of all was the aforementioned Shakabuku. "You need a change," she said. "Something needs shaking up. And the best way I know how to do this, is with hair." The Cliff's notes of Abby's theory were that there is very little in life that can't be conquered if you have good hair. I had been unhappy with mine for awhile, and she'd picked up on that. I've been going to my person in Brooklyn for over a decade, and while I love her, the relationship had stagnated. We weren't communicating, and I wasn't happy with the results I had been getting. So, Abby treated me to a new head of hair.

The salon was bustling, bright, and happy. Everyone was nice, and genuinely so. It lacked the depressed vibe that I'd become used to in some of the many salons I'd followed Adrianna to throughout Brooklyn. I am almost definitely going to be going back to this salon - I can't remember the last time I enjoyed getting my hair done as much. Abby even suggested how to cut it - a bit shorter, more layers, more movement, more bangs. The minute that Diana started cutting (after complementing Abby on her hair-assessment skills), I knew I'd done the right thing. I'd started to feel this way after the super-nice shampoo person used the awesome peppermint-scented elixir on my scalp and gave me a scalp and shoulder massage, but I couldn't believe the difference after I saw Diana set to work. My hair is now bouncier and more complementary than it's been in awhile. And I couldn't stop smiling at myself in the mirror. Still can't, really. I feel like a new person. I'd wanted to try this hair place, but I didn't, due to a mix of fear and some demented sense of loyalty to the hairdresser I'd always gone to. It feels weird to me to be moving on in some way, even though I know this feels right.

I'll post new hair pictures when I can.

After our hair adventure, we went to Virgin and their $10 dvd sale (I got Pretty in Pink and Sense & Sensibility). Then we spent quite a few hours at teany and selftoken's apartment, helping her recover from her wisdom teeth removal surgery and just generally hanging out. We had sushi for dinner and then went to East Village Ice Cream on Avenue B - which if you haven't been to yet, be sure to pay them a visit sometime soon. But it was good to hang out with them, and a lot of fun. It was just what I needed.

I also got to catch up with zyll today, which was also terrific. As terrific as tonight's episode of The Dresden Files. :)

All in all, a really good weekend, I think. :D