Time and time again, this happens. You’d think I’d have learned something by now, but no.
The wrap party for Homicidal Hamburglar is tomorrow night, and I’d planned to go get my hair done so I’d look, well, not hot but at least not totally wrung out (damn those grey roots).
I begged and cried to get a hair appointment for tomorrow – my hairdresser doesn’t normally take appointments (you just have to show up and wait your damn turn), but I finally convinced him. Then, the phone rang.
So, of course, I’m working tomorrow. I had to cancel my hair appointment right after I’d made it. He’s not going to let me do that again.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about working. I need the money (and the qualifying hours for health insurance) way more than I need to have good hair for a party.
Please enjoy some photos:
And here are two from the Dumb Fucking Ice Skating Movie (i.e. Blades of Glory) that I forgot to upload: