Hair

When the rain will not let up and you have run out of Nescafe instant coffee packets, there is really only one thing left to do. Go to the salon. I say that like this is something that I do quite often, but in reality, you have the wrong girl. Anyway, I woke up this morning, looked at the weather, and decided that Mia Farrow's picture and I were going to get pampered. I hate that word...pamper. We showed up at the mall and to our surprise, the male hairdresser actually agreed to cut off ALL of my hair. Usually, I am laughed at or talked out of the hair that I have been contemplating for weeks, months, even years. (To those who feel that looking like a little boy is never the way to go, I am sorry. You don't have to live with this hair, in this weather, and you are not my sisters. What they say, I do).

Well, the experience was an interesting one. I had the opportunity to visit the shampoo station both before and after the haircut, I had about 5 pairs of eyes on me the entire time (not ideal/very uncomfortable), and the hairstylist kept trying to tell me that he was from Las Vegas. His inability to speak English kind of gave him away. All in all, it was a 7/10 experience due to the fact that I now have "shaped" eyebrows, Mia Farrow-esque hair (of course with a Turkish twist), and Mustafa's business card.

(Note: Mustafa kept building himself up during the haircut....."Yes. Good. Perfect. Çok güzel. Yes. Nice."....I kept saying to myself, "Dude, my cousin's twins could perfect this haircut and they are one.")

Well, it is official. Turkey is weird and Emil Minty is my idol.