Geez I can't believe it is already Sunday and I didn't post all week. I am so sorry about that. Well here it goes:
Tuesday: The day met with apprehension as I visualized meeting this so called personal stylist named Jarod. The buzzer rang at exactly 11:00am and minutes later this flamboyant gay man was in my living room. Really? Was he so flamboyant that you felt the need to articulate that fact? Yes. This is about looking good not being gay so I was decided to look past the gayness and just go with the flow assuming he was good at what he does. The website I ordered the stylist from said he was a pro and there were lots of testimonials and of course if it's on the Interweb than it is true. Through a blur of hand movements and loud pitched noises he explained that we would be going first to a famous hair salon called "Gina Khan Salon" to get a haircut and then we would be going clothing shopping. The hair salon was like a being in a vodka commercial... girls with short choppy hair and pointed glossed lips ushering you along to one cooler location after another until you finally arrive in the throne that this trip hop spaced out model looking stylist will style your hair in. I sat in the chair and sipped on a glass of red wine while Jarod and the stylist named Meg discussed the future plans for my locks. Smile's were exchanged and then Jarod departed and left me in the hands of Meg. I was about to find out how experienced these hands were. What this girl did with her hands and those tools on my head was not what I understood a haircut to be. What she did to me was artistry. I slowly watched as I was transformed from a geeky Magic playing exterminator to a modern looking hip cat Magic playing exterminator. Now I just needed some hip clothes to go with my new look and I would be one step closer to happiness according to Jarod. I was so happy with my new hair that I do not remember where we went next, all I know is it was a blur of fine clothing, gay clerks, and mirrors. I ended up with some cool t-shirts with tribal patterns on them, apparently they are all the rage these days. The expensive jeans I got came with rips and holes in them which I thought was perplexing but who am I to question the ways of the fashion world. So now apparently I look good, but yet I feel the same inside.
On Wednesday I made my online profile. I really want to do that first time experience justice but I need to get going because my Magic game is starting soon. I will post more tomorrow. I promise.
