A Buzzed Cut

Ok, so I love my hairdresser. There, I said it. I'm not *in* love with her, because I don't know her that well, but man, can she cut hair. But wait, it gets better. I went in last week to get a haircut and she refused to cut it. She claimed that it looked better longer and, as a peer, she advised me not to do anything to it other than the normal "clean up" around the edges, which is only half-price. I've been going to the same hairdresser for years and I've always told her that she's essentially my target audience and thus, I trust her opinion. So, I left. But then this week it was getting a bit too long and I realized I needed to go back and have just a little bit more taken off because it was starting to get in the way at the gym and I started looking a little too ragged for my taste. So I went back in and told her I needed just a little trim. As I was sitting there, I noticed what appeared to be a glass of red wine on the counter in front of the customer next to me. Assuming it was some sophisticated hair-coloring product in a container that resembled a wine glass, I jokingly said, "Just a little off the top and a glass of merlot while you're at it." My hairdresser smiled and said "it's actually Pinot Noir, would you still like a glass?" Again, I figured she was just matching my lame attempt at humor and I said, "of course." But, then she returned with an actual glass of wine and handed it to me. I couldn't believe it. Apparently it's their new thing they do on Thursday and Friday afternoons, but it's only if you ask for it. They don't offer it to just anyone. I don't know if it's technically legal to give away alcohol at a business, but I'll never tell. I just think it's the coolest fucking thing ever. I mean, she already cuts my hair better than anyone ever has, but now free wine? C'mon.

The only problem is that you have to be very strategic about when you sip your wine so as not to get tiny little hairs falling into your glass. But other than that, it's absolutely perfect.