The 5th Annual [Samsara]'s Birthday Slumber Party is going to include a talent show. I'm going to do magic for my act.
I went to JCR Magic yesterday, bought some products, and got a lesson on how to perform the effects. The owner also gave me the three rules of magic:
1. Do not reveal to anyone - ANYONE - how the magic works.
2. Do not perform the magic more than once per show.
3. Do not perform the magic unless I can do it well.
... you thought I was exaggerating about the hair situation: Yesterday and today I got compliments on my hair from random people. And today it's just up in a ponytail.
Take that, crappy beauticians!
I took a shot at calling a JCPenney salon in Austin to have my hair done. They gave me an appointment with Anna. She was fantastic! My hair feels just like it did after a visit to my old stylist in Dallas. There is no goo in it like after all 3 of the others I tried. It's straight and shiny. It moves. I am so happy!
Two of the three things I hate about my relocation have converged to make this a suck-ass Saturday.
1. The hairdresser: I have not been able to find a good hairdresser in the almost four months I've lived here. I had an appointment with a "meh" stylist in Austin on Wednesday. She canceled 30 minutes before the appointment after I'd already made the drive up there. I made an appointment for today with the "meh" stylist here in town. I showed up and the place was closed. Waited half an hour and she never showed. Grrr!
2. The insects: I desperately need to do laundry. However, there is a ginormous spider who has built a web outside my back door. He's so crafty that the web is attached from my back door to the utility room door. I carefully opened the door and reached my arm out with a can of Raid and sprayed him. Now he's suspended in mid-air and breathing his last, but I'm still too scared to open the door all the way and move him. I just know he'll kill me if I set foot out there.
I'm going to pop in a DVD of Perry Mason and drown my sorrows in 50's TV-noir.
So, I went out again with the work guy. (I need to give him a name ... let's go with Renegade.)
Anyway, I went out with Renegade. He hadn't called me since that last infuriating phone call. We chatted a little at work, but nothing major. So last Friday on his way out to lunch, he stopped and asked if I'd like to go and I said okay. While we were out, he asked if I wanted to do something over the weekend and we decided to go out on Saturday after my book club meeting. I was really hoping we were going out just as friends. I mean since we hadn't talked, I didn't think that he'd think there was still anything going on between us.
Well, of course, I was wrong. When we talked on Saturday to finalize the plans, he called it a date. I frantically IM'ed Lass to get some advice. I asked her to promise to kill me if I didn't resolve the problem before the night was over. She wouldn't agree. (No, she wasn't being kind. She was reserving the right to tease me later. What a pal! lol)
Turns out, I didn't need killing anyway. After more frantic texting with my nephew, I figured out what I would say. Renegade gave me the perfect opening after dinner. I took it and explained that I enjoy spending time with him, but I just want to be friends. I'll spare you the whole speech.
I was so proud of me! We spent close to another hour together after that, things were fine and fun, I've seen him since then and there's no awkwardness. A happy ending!
