self medicating with pancakes and wine and beer

Mar 06, 2011 12:34

I got my haircut. I think my hairdresser is pissed at me or something. I said "please give me a fringe" from the result it looks like she heard "Do you remember the BBC version of Narnia? Make me look like Lucy Pevensie meets Friar Tuck."

Obviously hair grows and blablabla but STILL. To find myself seeming to assure my hairdresser "oh yes, very Sassoony" when actually I am the one paying and walking around with flat hair. ALSO the girl who washed my hair was a little... well, I know I am pretty hairy, hairier than the average lady, you could be comforted just leaning against my forearms so furry are they. HOWEVER my hairline, I AM PRETTY SURE, does not begin mid cheekbone and I wasn't planning on having anything done to my eyebrows so there was no point in splashing water on those or my chest.

This seemed to distress me so much that on my way to a pancake gathering with instructions to bring alcohol and pancake filling I found myself at the event holding 2 bottles of shiraz (one bottle was organic and had a duck on the label) and a lime.

Normally I'd be a bit more imaginative I like to think, a shiraz and a cab sav I always say.
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