The official plan had been to go wait on line at the TKTS booth in the afternoon, then go eat a nice dinner and see the show. However, we decided to replace the nice dinner part with grabbing a quick bite and try to jam a salon visit into the few hour gap instead. We ended up down at Astor Hair in the East Village, a crazy sort of basement with tons of chairs and lots of people wandering about.
I've been talking about getting the tips of my hair dyed green for years. I was going to do it when I was a "lame duck" at Seagram, because they couldn't really fire me for anything I did that was not a felony as long as I kept showing up at that point. But I was too depressed. Then I was job hunting, and then I was pregnant, and then I was trying to meet people, and didn't have any time to go to the hair salon, and I didn't want to do it myself because I was sure I'd be unable to bleach the tips evenly and I'd destroy the bathroom to boot. But I finally decided that hell, I didn't like the suburban moms I'm meeting well enough to care if I alienated them, and my self-esteem has been flagging enough lately that I needed to do something for myself, and that I really had absolutely nothing to lose. And Julia encouraged me, and actually had her hair redone while we were there, in a way much more dramatic than mine, but I'll let her show you that.
My hair is apparently hard to bleach, and it took the woman I worked with three rounds of applications to get it light enough. ("The more is it bleaching, then the color it is the more beautiful, yes?")The "Enchanted Forest" color by Manic Panic seemed just right for the dryad look I was going for. So, three hours later we were scrambling in rather lighter in the wallet and slightly late to the show (Movin' Out -- it was quite good), without having eaten at all, but we had cool hair. I'm incredibly pleased.
Green hair. Yay.
Now that I've passed *that* chickenshitness hurdle, I can maybe start thinking about my tattoo again...
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Date: 2004-12-07 04:17 pm (UTC)