Per MiniMe’s request, Opreggano and I brought back Wednesday Night Hair Night. This was a weekly event, for at least at year, that was postponed, for at least a year, due to the need for a stylist. Luckily, during the past year, we have become acquainted with a lot of great stylists who were open to the idea of hairspray in their food and wine.
Thus, MiniMe, Opreggano, Alice and I got together for a little primping. Our stylist of the evening was Oh Wow. As Oh Wow wowed us with her efficiency, we wowed her with our drinking abilities. Alice and Opreggano were discussing previous evenings involving imbibing while I made the corn chowder – I’ve given up on clam chowder because I always forget the clams. Midst listening, Oh Wow was taking pictures of my glass recycling. “Did you hear what I told her?” Alice asked me in reference to a comment she had made to Oh Wow. “No. What?” I asked. “I told her she wasn’t as good of a drinker as us,” Alice told me. “Hmmm,” I replied while sipping my glass of grigio, wondering if being ‘as good of a drinker’ was really a good thing, and debating whether or not to add some of my wine to the chowder – in place of the clam juice, of course.
I had contemplated going platinum – like my albums and credit cards, but due to time restraints I only ended up getting a cut – like my pay. Opreggano, however, had previously requested both a cut and color, so Oh Wow sat her in the chair, put the cape on her and asked, “What color are we doing?” “I was thinking 4N or…” Opreggano began to respond. “I only brought 4N,” Oh Wow replied. “I guess I’ll have 4N then,” Opreggano said. And this is how it goes on Wednesday Night Hair Night.
After Opreggano rinsed her hair, she sat in the chair for a cut. Oh Wow assessed the color and said, “Oh, wow. It worked.” “Always reassuring to hear that from your stylist,” I replied. Alice, who had brought a picture of a cut she had been desiring, ran her fingers through her hair and exclaimed, “My hair is really short!” Yes, both Alice and Opreggano got exactly what they had requested and both got shocking responses (their own and others) to their new do.
On a previous gathering, Alice had left her one of her favorite movies, My Fair Lady, at my house and I thought it might be nice to watch it while we hairdid, wined and dined. Unfortunately, Alice has not yet retained the concept that my front room is in a different time zone and, as a result, headed home after only being at Wednesday Night Hair Night for a couple of hours – no time for the movie. When she arrived home, she sent a text, “OK, your clocks messed me up.” I’m pretty sure it was the wine, not the time, that messed her up and caused us all to question the ‘as good of a drinker’ declaration.