A work trip took me to San Diego again (that's 2 times in 6 months - what?) and like a piece of scrap metal to a magnet, I returned to Escher Mall. This time, it was to a blow-dry bar.
I had first learned of the place during my initial disorienting visit last October, when I searched in vain for a round brush there (only to discover I had not actually forgotten my round brush, thereby confirming my slow but sure descent into dementia land). It was a dazzling storefront with this fabulous golden egg chair thing in the window fit for a princess; it was all too glamorous for my eyes. So, naturally, I plotted to work it in to look extra special for my talk. (My strategy for talks where I've pulled it together way too last minute and may bomb it is to at least look good.)
My very first blow-dry bar visit. Ever.
I got there a little early and was met by the guy at the desk who checked me in and asked whether I wanted a drink.
"What do you have?" I asked, thinking the answer would be water, Diet Coke, etc.
"Coffee, juice, water, champagne, wine, mimosas..."
"For real?" I asked. This couldn't be. I was joking with my roommate (side note: LOVE sharing a room with a friend at a conference - it's like sleepovers all over again but without the Sharpie, frozen bras, and hand in warm water) that these places should serve cocktails.
Mimosa it was! A mimosa! For my blow dry! I was feeling way indulged. I texted my friend in glee.
So, I meet my stylist who was young and stylish and seemed less than enthused to be working. She was a woman of few words. I did get her to open up when I asked whether she ever gave classes on blowouts. Maybe warmed up 3 degrees F.
Fittingly for this vanity project, Keeping up with the Kardashians was playing on the flat screen mounted on the mirror in front of me. Bruce's hair...no words.
Blowouts are seriously an art and talent. My hair was super smooth after phase 1 and then she went into curling iron styling mode throwing in these loose curls. It looked amazing - bouncy and glam. LOVED it.
I don't know. I could get used to such things.