Today is the first weekend day being single and it’s going very well. I went to bed super early last night (I was exhausted!), then got up early and ran errands today. I was productive.
I wore a new dress today and already received a compliment. Betabrand is a local San Francisco clothing store but they’re way out of my price range. I’ve always looked at their stuff and salivated. But last week the CEO sent me an email saying he noticed I’d never placed an order, gifting me with a 50% off code to stop the madness.
I couldn’t resist and purchased this dress. Even at 50% off, it was still a bit out of my price range. I’m glad I bit the bullet, though. I’m not a dress person but I think this dress has converted me. I LOVE IT. That’s saying a lot!
I got my hair cut and colored last night and feel like a million bucks. But… the appointment almost didn’t happen.
I made this appointment for 4:30 on a Friday several weeks ago. My stylist recently moved to southern California so he’s only in town for 5 days every 5 weeks. This means he’s carefully booked down to the minute when he’s here.
As my luck would have it, traffic was unusually horrendous last night. In an attempt to save time and make it to my appointment on time, I got off the train early in downtown so I could take an Uber to the appointment rather than the bus. Big mistake.
There’s lots of construction going on downtown so my Uber driver had to take a route the opposite direction of my appointment – 10 minutes out of my way. After that, traffic was at a complete standstill. I was nearly in tears.
I needed this appointment desperately! In an effort to save money earlier this month, I went to a chop shop. The stylist hacked my hair.
I called the salon and told the receptionist I was running late. I had booked a 2-1/2 hour cut & color. He said if I arrived any later than 4:45, they’d have to reschedule. Noooooo!
I didn’t arrive until 4:50. I ran into the salon and told my fabulous stylist, Rick, that I would take whatever he would give me, that I understood he wouldn’t be able to do the full service but I needed at least the cut fixed. Badly. He whispered under his breath, “This is what you get when you sleep around on your stylist…..” I responded, “But I was desperate! I know it was a bad decision. I should have waited.”
The old cut was super wonky. While checking out the cut, Rick said, with a quizzical look on his face, “What is going on here?! This doesn’t even make sense.” I know! He was simply reinforcing my thoughts on the cut.
In the end, it all worked out. I decided not to get highlights, after all, which shortened the appointment. Instead he did a root touch-up and toner before the cut.
I enjoyed a glass of white wine during the salon visit, then treated myself to Thai food and frozen yogurt before going home, taking a relaxing hot bath, and crashing early.
Tanya has inspired me to write a memoir. She’s currently writing hers. I’ve always wanted to write one – I actually started one about 14 years ago but didn’t get very far.
I have free time now so might as well.
I felt euphoric today. It helps that it’s absolutely gorgeous outside… a perfect day. No clouds in the sky, no fog or smog (i.e. crystal clear visibility), and a warm 75 degrees. It’s strange to be euphoric and sad at the same time. I miss Hayden.