I made it up to Amanda's salon up in Pasadena yesterday. She's been after me to come back and get my hair done for a bit. With me moving down to Orange County, it is a bit of a trek, but she does great work. When I arrived, Sarah was there getting her massive do done, so there was a bit of a wait. While I was waiting, Amanda asked me if I'd be open to her co-worker Marie doing a bit of "cleanup" on my eyebrows. Now as most of my friends know, my eyebrows long ago joined forces and created a single brow - further accentuating my Cro-Magnon forehead. So as I climbed the stairs, I thought that she was going to do some strategic plucking to make the edges look cleaner and get rid of a few stragglers on my brow.
So I'm lying down, listening to the relaxing music over the speakers and Marie goes to work. I feel her combing my brows (something very soothing - I recommend it if u have never had it done) and gently plucking here and there. All of a sudden I feel a warm sensation in the middle of my brows. She then says to me that this will feel just like a band-aid. I then began to think about how much I hate removing Band-Aids because it rips the hair out - right as I was thinking the words "hair out" my eyebrows ceased to be joined. Man that smarted!! She then quickly waxed all around the brows giving me a natural look. I have to say I was amazed. I felt like I just got a 'Queer Eye' or 'Oprah' makeover. The reviews were unanimously positive (even from Dad who after chuckling "What happened to you?" said it looked better). I also received a new temp 'do as I grow the hair on the top of my head out. Why? I don’t know - Amanda said I looked better with slightly longer hair and had great plans for me. She had to give me some refresher pointers on my hair goo, and then I was off.
It is still strange to look in the mirror, and I have an incredible urge to rub my fingers through my newly groomed brow. So far I have limited contact to a minimum since Amanda warned me I might break out. Depending on how it goes, I plan on making a monthly trek to the salon to get freshened up. One thing I can say is that thank god I don't have back hair!
Tonight, it’s back to West Hollywood for the annual parade of the bizarre. This year I am going with a smoking jacket and pajamas - a la Heff. I am going to wear my long johns under my pjs since it is supposed to rain tonight. The stars are aligning in a way that I'm going to have to keep my guard up. I'm hoping it won't turn into a drama fest, but when certain people are afoot and alcohol is involved, I have to step up and take charge and ensure everyone has a good time.
Tomorrow, Susie (and maybe Mark) is coming down for a minor get together to celebrate the recent birthday. Not really a party (I think last year's Night of 100 Stars was prolly the last themed party I will organize for awhile - but you never know), more like friends coming over for drinks to watch movies. It seems in this day and age it is getting more difficult to organize an event weekend where we all get together and party. I hope that no matter who can make it or how many people show up, that my friends and me will always get together a couple times a year.