I was just trying to help.
Huguito and I went to a hip bar last night, downtown. Several beers later, Hugo remarked on how he should color his hair red. Somehow he didn't realize he had said this aloud, to me, with a straight face. After some discussion of color (the Muse's hair was pink, not red, and I thought blue would be more pleasant, though green would also be appealing, etc.) and a few more beers, we split the bar to shop, shop, shop! The blue, green, purple and yellow were all temporary, so we went for red -and a bit more natural of a red, really. Not as electric as I might have liked.
With our new purchases, we headed home to the Salon to get started. 45 min. later, not quite blonde, but closer, we mushed on the red dye. [I realized this morning, we should have double applied the blonde, to get it lighter like we needed. oh well] 30 min after that, he was a new man! Got the tops, the burns and I tried so, so hard to get the chest tufts. Wimp.
I, myself, am now sporting an odd red streak in the center of my forehead. He has promised green for St.P's party, and I am looking forward to the occasion.
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Look, Chuck, it's not about pity. You remember how much haggling it took? How freaked out you were at the idea? "What will people think/say/do???" I not only had to curb your panic, but also reassure you to the notion that hair is a temporary condition.
The movie as "great"... hmm... not 'great'. Decent. Better than expected. Funny at times. Odd.
As to the electricity of it all, I was leaning more to the Pink Gal's locks, with that sort of vibrancy.
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