On Thursday, I had a hair appointment. I’m still in the boot, and can’t drive, and Peter couldn’t take me and nether could the two other friends I asked. So, I emailed my hairdresser, Ron and asked if he’d pick me up! WHAT, YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO STOP HAVING MY HAIR DYED BECAUSE OF MY STUPID FOOT?
Anyway, I have talked about Ron here before. He’s been my go-to guy for 23 years. Minus the year he lived in San Francisco, which was sort of fine, because I was pregnant and just grew my hair out mostly, anyway. He’s not only a great colorist and stylist, he’s a really great guy, and a really great friend. And he not only picked me up, he also brought me home, and because he knows so much about computers, (he could also work for the freaking Genius Bar), he actually came over and fixed my time machine, which had stopped working. But not before we stopped at Clover to get the egg and eggplant sandwich, fries and asian celery salad. We gobbled them down in my backyard, with the sun shining down on us (slightly bummed that it was a tad too early for some wine).
I’m always grateful when I get to go have my gray disguised, but this past week, it was a whole other story. I mean, talk about service. Thanks, Ron! See you in three.