Then the monkeys fly out of my butt

[quesarah]

Ack. Had a weekend that left me badly in need of another RIGHT NOW. Friday was a 12 hour day; got some spiffy new highlights in the hair and had a fun chat with my stylist. She turns stereotypes on their ear, being one of the few lesbian hairstylists I've ever met. She is fab; she does great hair and is also a blast to talk to. I listened to the latest installment of the Melodrama that is Her Love Life and made appropriate groany noises. We swapped gaybashing stories; fun, that.

Saturday was a slug day, and that evening I went out with the boys. There was beer, a wee bit of karaoke, some foosball, and lots of talk about women's asses. Good night. As I promised the missus, I had no whiskey (only beer) and was home at a reasonable hour.

Sunday we had the practice session for wafflelips' interview. I had no idea what was happening; it may as well have been conducted in Latin. I think I faked it all right, though. It seemed to be productive.

Rehearsal on Sunday was a bust. I usually count on choir practice to energize me for the coming week; lately it's been nothing but an energy drain. I was already dog tired, and by the end I was completely zonked. Had to get out and go home to my girl. She and I curled up on the couch and were vegetables for the night. Necessary.

Today I want nothing more than to be sitting in living room, wearing sweats, eating junk food, and playing Knights of the Old Republic all day. Dude, I swear that one Jedi is hitting on me. She totally wants me. Oh yeah.

Comments

[spacey-lee.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you have a great hairdresser. Definitely better than the one that gossip_ho went to yesterday. It's so much fun to pay $30 to have your hair done by a junior hairstylist who doesn't do anything you ask for. "I want my hair cut to my ear lobes--straight across. Straight at the back." This is what she heard: "Hey, do whatever you want. Just trim it because I really don't want it as short as I think I do. Just make it look like you barely touched my hair. Then go on and have some fun with the back of my head! See if you can do something funky with layering just the back. Then make sure to make my hair uneven because that would be unique. Have fun!"

Poor Angele. The hairdresser next to her had to try and fix the mistakes afterwards. This was a nice hair salon. Who knew you'd get such crap from there! Next time she'll probably go to the cheap one we've used the last few times. At least they do plain and simple haircuts--as short as you want 'em.

Oh yeah, it also took her an hour to do the haircut. I wasn't happy waiting that long for something that should be fairly quick. I kept making faces at Angele in the mirror. :)

As for your fun with the guys--I'm kind of jealous. I used to hang out with straight guys. Well, mainly ah_mee's fiancee. I kind of miss talking about hot girls with straight guys. I don't know why. It's just cool. Heh.

[biogeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

My hairdresser is way better than that. Why don't you two just schlepp down here every 8 weeks or so to have your hair done?

I kind of miss talking about hot girls with straight guys. I don't know why. It's just cool.

It is cool. When I was first coming out, I learned many important Things About Women from a straight guy. It's different from talking with other lesbians/bi women; not better or worse just different and cool.

[spacey-lee.livejournal.com]

Oh sure, that's a great plan! We'll have the most expensive hair dos on our block. "My hairdresser's in California. I only let her touch my hair. You know how it is...dahling."

As for the str8 guy talk, it is different. Not better. Not worse. Just cool in its own way.

Unless your str8 guy friends start sending you any email involving nekkid women. Then it's a little weird. Been there.