It was an interesting weekend.
Saturday afternoon I got my hair cut and highlighted. I went to East End Salon in Olde City. It was a complete 360 compared to the salon I go to in Pittsburgh! I had to change into a “robe” when I showed up. Then I waited about 30 minutes. Then I met my hair stylist, Cindy. I sat in the chair as she examined my current (but fading) reddish-copperish highlights. She whipped out a coloring book (no, not like a 2 year old’s coloring book - a hair stylists coloring book with different hair color samples). We tried to match my red highlights via the book, but it didn’t go so well. I told her that I had wanted to do brown highlights, so she said she would make that work. Well, 4.5 hours and 4 beers later (yes, they serve beer at the hair salon!), I had blondish-brown highlights and a cut! It looks fabulous. I’ll try to upload some pics of it soon.
And of course it was all down hill after that. I’m walking to the subway after my hair appt., and I notice this guy following me. He stopped as I approached the subway stop, so I proceeded down the stairs. Bad idea. He attacked me from behind, I went tumbling down the stairs, and the f*cker stole $60 that I had just taken out of the ATM. I was able to grab the guy’s shirt, and throw him against the wall… and then I sucker punched that f*cker right in the face, but he still ran away with my money! The cops showed up about 20 minutes later (must have been too busy trying to decide what sweetener to put in their coffee), and they were able to track down my cell phone, but that was it. Needless to say, I won’t be taking the subway anymore. Or maybe I’ll invest in that can of mace I’ve been meaning to buy….
And to top it all off, this morning I get stopped by a NJ cop (and not just any cop, but a Special Operations officer). He issued me a $54 ticket due to “maintenance of lamps.” My brake light (which is also my turn signal) had just gone out this morning, and of course since no auto shops are open at the ass crack of dawn, I couldn’t do anything about it. Well, that f*cker said it doesn’t matter, that I shouldn’t have been driving at all. OK seriously?!?! So I should just call out sick because I’m endangering the lives of 3948592 people driving on Monday morning at 7:45am?? I should have punched that f*cker too! OK, maybe not, but a small part of me wanted to.
Ugh. I need to drink 5 bottles of wine tonight!
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