A hair raising adventure...
Last week I decided it was time to get my hair done, but also decided that it was time for me to get a new style for moving to Goose Creek. So I called up my stylist and told her what I was thinking about, and she said she could hook me up. The next day I go to the shop with my full blown Mufasa mane, and like 4 or 5 stylist crowded around me to see what I was getting done to my hair. It's kinda ironic that hair stylist are actually SURPRISED to see someone with REAL hair. Anyhow, my stylist starts working on me and was telling all her co-worker how she was doing my hair. She worked on me for about an hour and a half, but I was facing away from the mirror so I couldn't tell what she was doing. After she finished I had to sit under the dryer for about 30 minutes(I don't know how you ladies do it...it was so damn hot that I could hardly stand it!). And after about two hours worth of work I FINALLY got a chance to look at my new hairstyle, and I was shocked to realized that I was the proud owner of a GHERI CURL!!! I wish I could have seen the look on my face...it was literally SHOCKED at what was on my head. I looked like a west coast rapper from 1990. I'd just set my personal record for "most money I'd ever paid for a hairdo"...and I hated it.
On the way home I kept looking in the mirror and TRYING to talk myself into thinking that it was a "good" hairdo. At one point I was ALMOST ready to accept it...but then I realized that I had to have that hairdo for TWO MONTHS before it would settle the way that I wanted it to. I got home and my mom and my sister looked at me in horror, with such comments as "What did you do to your hair?!?!" and "You look like a 12 year old girl...". I practiced some trombone for about an hour or so, and decided to take a nap to settle down a bit. But the thing was, I couldn't put my head on the pillow because of my damn gherri curl. I had to sleep with my head in my hands starring down at the pillow. I tried to sleep but I couldn't, I was SERIOUSLY bothered about my new hairstyle. It was so bad that at one time I thought about going to the barber the next day and cutting it all off...but then I was hit with a righteous epiphany; I can't cut my hair, I can't let my beautiful kinky locks go out with a gherri curl! I thought of all those ladies in the shop that I'd met over the past year telling me how nice my hair was while they were getting weaves...and at that moment I decided to FIGHT, but not for me...but for those ladies. I had to fight for those people who aren't able to grow 14 inches of black gold. On my head was the hair of the people...and that gherri curl had to GO!
So 3 hours after getting my hair done, I was in the bathroom taking it apart curl by curl in a race against time. I could feel my hair starting to stick together and was frantically pulling it apart. It felt like I was running my hands through a bowl of honey. I jumped in the shower only to realize that I'd used all of the shampoo earlier that morning when I'd washed my hair. I asked my sister and my mom if they had any, and the only thing they had was ONE 2oz. bottle of hotel shampoo that they'd "collected". I poured bottle in my hair and started to scrub. I'm a big kid, and for some reason I'm terrified of getting soap/shampoo in my eyes...but this was a life or death situation, and my eyes were just going to have to take one for the team today. To make up for my lack of shampoo, I then used 27 times more conditioner than I should have and successfully turned myself into the Head and Shoulders version of the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man...
After about an hour of work, I was FINALLY back at square one...I'd gone to the land of gherri curl and back before the madness had a chance to set in.
Feeling releived that I'd saved my afro puff, I searched the phone book for a new stylist(I couldn't go back to my usual one because she seemed soooooo proud of what she did to my hair). I really didn't know who was better or worse and just went with whoever could fit me in the soonest. I wound up scheduling an appointment for the next day.
Fast Forward to 3:00 the next day, and I arrive at my appointment with my new stylist. I tell her what I'm looking for, and what I'm NOT looking for. She had a picture on her wall, so it was easy for me to say "I want somethng like THAT!". Well, it took her like 3 hours to give me my new style...and when I saw it I wasn't disappointed. I mean, it wasn't TOTALLY what I wanted, but I wasn't disappointed. So only a day after setting my personal record for most money spent on a hairdo...I broke it.
I've had the style for a week now, and sometimes it grows on me but sometimes I feel a little iffy about it...but overall it's pretty good. It's a transitional hairstyle so it has to mature and settle and whatnot...so I don't know how it'll turn out in the end, but right now it looks like it's going in the right direction. I'll probaly go in this weekend for some maintenance and got FINALLY get rid of my wolfman beard I've been growing all summer. I don't think I've FULLY commited to the style, so I have another month or two to change my mind...but I'll see how it turns out.
I think it's kinda weird, I look like a mix between the _________ , ___ ____, and _________ ____________. Now if I somehow stumble across an invisible cloaking device, fight Arnold in a jungle or Danny Glover in an urban city, join a church choir, and revolutionize Atlanta's music scene with the help of my friends from the eastern side of town...then that'd be kinda eerie...
On the way home I kept looking in the mirror and TRYING to talk myself into thinking that it was a "good" hairdo. At one point I was ALMOST ready to accept it...but then I realized that I had to have that hairdo for TWO MONTHS before it would settle the way that I wanted it to. I got home and my mom and my sister looked at me in horror, with such comments as "What did you do to your hair?!?!" and "You look like a 12 year old girl...". I practiced some trombone for about an hour or so, and decided to take a nap to settle down a bit. But the thing was, I couldn't put my head on the pillow because of my damn gherri curl. I had to sleep with my head in my hands starring down at the pillow. I tried to sleep but I couldn't, I was SERIOUSLY bothered about my new hairstyle. It was so bad that at one time I thought about going to the barber the next day and cutting it all off...but then I was hit with a righteous epiphany; I can't cut my hair, I can't let my beautiful kinky locks go out with a gherri curl! I thought of all those ladies in the shop that I'd met over the past year telling me how nice my hair was while they were getting weaves...and at that moment I decided to FIGHT, but not for me...but for those ladies. I had to fight for those people who aren't able to grow 14 inches of black gold. On my head was the hair of the people...and that gherri curl had to GO!
So 3 hours after getting my hair done, I was in the bathroom taking it apart curl by curl in a race against time. I could feel my hair starting to stick together and was frantically pulling it apart. It felt like I was running my hands through a bowl of honey. I jumped in the shower only to realize that I'd used all of the shampoo earlier that morning when I'd washed my hair. I asked my sister and my mom if they had any, and the only thing they had was ONE 2oz. bottle of hotel shampoo that they'd "collected". I poured bottle in my hair and started to scrub. I'm a big kid, and for some reason I'm terrified of getting soap/shampoo in my eyes...but this was a life or death situation, and my eyes were just going to have to take one for the team today. To make up for my lack of shampoo, I then used 27 times more conditioner than I should have and successfully turned myself into the Head and Shoulders version of the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man...
After about an hour of work, I was FINALLY back at square one...I'd gone to the land of gherri curl and back before the madness had a chance to set in.
Feeling releived that I'd saved my afro puff, I searched the phone book for a new stylist(I couldn't go back to my usual one because she seemed soooooo proud of what she did to my hair). I really didn't know who was better or worse and just went with whoever could fit me in the soonest. I wound up scheduling an appointment for the next day.
Fast Forward to 3:00 the next day, and I arrive at my appointment with my new stylist. I tell her what I'm looking for, and what I'm NOT looking for. She had a picture on her wall, so it was easy for me to say "I want somethng like THAT!". Well, it took her like 3 hours to give me my new style...and when I saw it I wasn't disappointed. I mean, it wasn't TOTALLY what I wanted, but I wasn't disappointed. So only a day after setting my personal record for most money spent on a hairdo...I broke it.
I've had the style for a week now, and sometimes it grows on me but sometimes I feel a little iffy about it...but overall it's pretty good. It's a transitional hairstyle so it has to mature and settle and whatnot...so I don't know how it'll turn out in the end, but right now it looks like it's going in the right direction. I'll probaly go in this weekend for some maintenance and got FINALLY get rid of my wolfman beard I've been growing all summer. I don't think I've FULLY commited to the style, so I have another month or two to change my mind...but I'll see how it turns out.
I think it's kinda weird, I look like a mix between the _________ , ___ ____, and _________ ____________. Now if I somehow stumble across an invisible cloaking device, fight Arnold in a jungle or Danny Glover in an urban city, join a church choir, and revolutionize Atlanta's music scene with the help of my friends from the eastern side of town...then that'd be kinda eerie...