And the Idiot Award Goes TO: ME!
I tried to get a hair cut today. There's one stylist I've been going to for years, but I couldn't remember the name of the place she works. (Haven't been there since I was pregnant with K 2 years ago). So, I did some random googling based on what I thought it was called and found something appropriately named.
I called up and asked if she worked there, and the receptionist with the mediocre English insisted that she did. But the name of the place didn't sound quite right to me. I called later to confirm the name of the stylist, and she said "Yes, yes," but wouldn't say the name herself.
So, I got up and jumped on the T and went to South Boston and realized the place I thought I was calling was A) Closed and B) had a totally different name.
I suppose my favorite stylist could have switched salons and coincidentally ended up at the place I had called. But I doubt it. I think the sketchy receptionist deliberately misled me.
So, I was sad, I felt really, really stupid. I went back to downtown crossing and drowned my sorrows in the Eddie Bauer Outlet to the tune of over $100. (LOVE that place).
I ended up getting a pedicure on Newbury Street and schlepping my EBO haul in the heat. It was not a wasted morning. But still. It's not the morning I wanted. At least I know what the name of the freaking salon is now. I'll try again soon.
Desperately need a hair cut. It's been over a year and if my ends split any higher I shall go bald.
I called up and asked if she worked there, and the receptionist with the mediocre English insisted that she did. But the name of the place didn't sound quite right to me. I called later to confirm the name of the stylist, and she said "Yes, yes," but wouldn't say the name herself.
So, I got up and jumped on the T and went to South Boston and realized the place I thought I was calling was A) Closed and B) had a totally different name.
I suppose my favorite stylist could have switched salons and coincidentally ended up at the place I had called. But I doubt it. I think the sketchy receptionist deliberately misled me.
So, I was sad, I felt really, really stupid. I went back to downtown crossing and drowned my sorrows in the Eddie Bauer Outlet to the tune of over $100. (LOVE that place).
I ended up getting a pedicure on Newbury Street and schlepping my EBO haul in the heat. It was not a wasted morning. But still. It's not the morning I wanted. At least I know what the name of the freaking salon is now. I'll try again soon.
Desperately need a hair cut. It's been over a year and if my ends split any higher I shall go bald.
posted by Margaret at 3:48 PM
2 Comments:
It's a drive - but an easy one, and totally worthwhile. The Salon at One Haven: One Haven St Reading, MA 01867. Ask for Jen. A friend of a friend turned us all on, and now we and our men go to her. Easy parking, great atmosphere and every time I go, there is some mother bringing in her children too. ~Paula
I'll definitely check that out! It's way easier to drive to Reading. We go up there a lot.
And you're much more glamorous than me, so it must be good!
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