NYR 3-29-11 - great haircuts and fast cars

Before our trip started, I rented us two cars. Jimmy was to drive this teeny little rental from his Thursday night arrival until Saturday afternoon. I had rented a slightly bigger car for Mac and me to pick up on Friday night and keep through our departure on Monday morning.

Jimmy got to the airport rental counter and the Budget guy saw a sucker in front of him. He said that they had a brand new Mustang in the lot and he'd rent it to Jimmy for just a little bit of an upsell.

Right.

Jimmy bought it hook, line, and sinker and paid the upcharge because he "is 40 years old and has never driven a Mustang before".

Jimmy cancelled my rental car and extended the Mustang rental through Monday, which turned to Tuesday, which turned to Wednesday. Needless to say, we made a car payment for a 6-day Mustang rental. But it was fun to drive, even if it looks like a mid-life crisis car.

Did I mention it was red?

And still had the paper tags on it?

And it only had 300 miles on it when he got it?

Can you say MID-LIFE CRISIS?

So while we got to drive a fancy car for a long time during this extended vacation, there was one major disappointment for me in all the discombobulation: my haircut appointment with my fabulous hairdresser, Luanne, was cancelled. Luanne doesn't normally work on Saturdays but she'd graciously ofered to come in and cut my hair at 9am on Saturday morning. I got that appointment cancelled on Friday afternoon in Bogota when I wasn't sure whether we'd make it to CHS by Saturday morning. I hated the idea of her getting up early and coming in on her day off just to find out that I was stuck in Miami.

The salon is closed on Sunday and Monday, so there was no way to reschedule since we were supposed to leave at 6:15am on Tuesday morning.

The singular bright, shining benefit of the Tuesday flight cancellation is that I got my haircut on Tuesday afternoon. I was soooo happy that Luanne fit me in. The stress of the trip was almost erased by those 40 minutes in the salon chair.

So for fast cars and great haircuts (and the best hairdresser ever), I am truly thankful.

a P.S. to the hairdryer story

I used a little of my Bumble and bumble styling product (which was probably not the best use of what I think is an expensive bottle of stuff), dried Mac's hair using a round brush and when it was all over, he declared it "nice". Now if he could just sing....

P.S. Jimmy, I am not doing permanent damage. Do not worry.

NYR 3-10-11 - Mac and his newfound love of the hairdryer

From the time Mac was about 3, his visits to the barber shop/salon have involved no other words except "use the #3 all over, please". Then he got a little older and realized he could make decisions about his hairstyle and that he didn't have to have a shaved head all the time. So for the last couple years, he's gone through periods of letting his hair grow out, getting tired of it, and going back to the #3.

Over the Christmas break, he let it grow out, but I insisted he needed to get it cleaned up a little before our trip to the Dominican Republic. We went to the salon at the embassy where the hairdresser absolutely butchered his sweet mop of hair. Mac got very upset and I decided I wouldn't say another word about his hair.

The hair grew back out and he's got a little Bieber Fever thing going on. For a few nights now, he's told me that he needed the back trimmed up a little and I offered to do it. I have years of experience of small trims and knew I could do this minor job. So last night he stood in the shower and I trimmed it up and then I suggested that we blowdry his hair out.

Well this is probably the one and only time in my life as a parent of a very boyish boy that I'll know the pleasure of having a little girl.

He LOVED having his hair blown out. It looked VERY Bieber-esque and he was thrilled with the look. (And for the record, Jimmy was not impressed by any of this while it was going on, but he humored me and didn't say anything.)

Too bad the finished look doesn't survive a night in the bed. Mac most certainly did not have a Bieber thing going on this morning. It was more of an "Ozzy Osbourne after a long night" look complete with grumpy attitude and all.

Tonight Mac got a little pep in his step going to the shower when I reminded him that we'd blowdry his hair if he hurried up and took his shower. And since Jimmy's not home, I might even put a little "product" in Mac's hair to see how it does!

Bieber Fever lives!