So today I finally decided to haul my ass to a salon, after several months of noticing that what started out as a fancy hairstyle had evolved into a mop. So I went back to my “usual” salon, Toni and Guy in Trinoma, which by my standards is an expensive place (P850 for a cut, not including tips). But the thing is when you’ve got an over 20-year track record of terrible haircuts AND a head full of cowlicks, you learn when it’s worth it. The nice thing is there’s a stylist at that branch named Benj whom I’ve been to on several occasions now and who hasn’t let me down. I just told him to keep the length, and asked him for suggestions about the shape (because I clearly have no idea lol), and he eagerly thought up something to “bring out the waves,” etc etc and I agreed.
In fact my only mistake throughout the session was that while waiting for my turn I let the salon assistant coax me into a back massage, and immediately remembered why I don’t get massages. I felt like a slab of beef being tenderized. I do not understand how people find that relaxing. The hardest part was trying my best not to giggle the entire time because I have the most ticklish spine in the history of ticklish spines. But anyway the haircut went well, they styled it and everything, and of course I took entirely too many pictures of it when I got home. It looked better before the humidity and sweat and headphones and such, but anyway here are two pictures in which I manage not to look like a total goober: Continue reading