the weekends have begun to mock me. today was gorgeous and sunny and the perfect temperature (70 degrees), and as i drove around with the windows down and the radio blaring, i could almost hear the breeze whisper “enjoy it while you can, because you live in houston, and you know what’s coming…” i am so NOT looking forward to it getting any hotter than it is right now. though i am gearing myself up for it in spurts, and acclimating my body to running in warmer weather. i’ll need it come july.
today was nice. i played soccer this morning, and though we lost (as usual), i played well. i have definitely improved since i joined the team back in october, and that makes me happy. i had a few good stops and steals today. this afternoon i got my hair cut and the color redone, and this evening i had dinner and saw chicago for the second time with becca and jen.
this guy who is now doing my hair amuses me greatly. the salon is a trendy sort of place and plays a lot of techno/dance remix type stuff, and he dances along to the music as he does my hair. he also likes to try to freak me out by saying “oops” a lot, or just looking at me with an “uh oh” expression on his face. his name is adamn, and he is probably only a few years older than me…probably 27 or 28. he looks like some sort of punk skateboarder, with a scraggly goatee bleached blonde at the tips, and spikey blonde hair. i couldn’t actually see his hair today because he was wearing this funky black knitted hat that almost covered his eyes. he was also wearing black chuck taylors. if you ignore the weird goatee dye job, and take away the hat, he is actually incredibly cute. (hurrah) nonetheless, he definitely does not look like someone i would trust with my hair.
but he does an utterly fantastic job. when i left the salon today, i swear my hair looked better than it ever has. ever. it had no frizz, was perfectly smooth and straight, curled under in just the right way, everything. amazing. i mean, man, i was one sexy mama.
next time, i’m asking him to marry me.
