My Gay Hairdresser

Doesn't my title just sound like a great FOX tv show waiting to happen?

Anyways, I went and got my hair cut this morning. I took the day off work so I could have a four day weekend. I figured it would be a good time to get in for a trim. And can I just say, I always love going to see my hairdresser!

We usually spend the whole time gabbing. And we usually follow a conversation pattern. Here's how it usually goes:

He likes to tell me about his boyfriend and all of the partying he's been doing. Then I tell him about school and all the monsters I teach. Then we usually bitch about annoying people in our life. For me it's usually my mother-in-law and some closed minded comment she's made since I last saw him (the hairdresser). For him it's usually his parents or extended family saying something stupid about his homosexuality. Then we spend the rest of the time checking out the other people in the salon and commenting on their attire. Isn't that terrible? It's terribly fun! That's what it is!

Today, there was a lady that had brought in her young daughter. They were both wearing matching pink velvet warm-up suits. On the butt of the mother's outfit there were rhinestones. And the best part, she was wearing heeled back boots with the ensemble. My hairdresser and I almost DIED. And then he said, "Only in Beverly Springboro Hills". We both started laughing hysterically...which only drew the attention of the mother. Which made us laugh even harder.

I love getting my hair cut!