Outside Adventures

What would happen if we could cure all our problems and ailments by going to the beauty parlor? This question is a far cry from reality, but it seems to have a feel good answer for making you feel at least temporarily like a new person. Yesterday, I went to the beauty parlor with my mom to get a new hair cut and look nice for the Christmas party on Thursday. The first thing I am faced with after walking through the doors is to pick out a new style of haircut in a short hair style book which my hair would be cut and shaped. There were so many styles in the book. There were models of red heads, blonds and brunettes. I knew I didn't want anything too short. I was a bit afraid of looking like a guy. However, some girls wear short hair really good. I am not sure I am one of those girls. The models with the really short hair usually have high cheek bones. I think mine are average. I have had bowl or page boy cuts so many times in the past. However, I did see a somewhat page boy cut with lots of layered look in the book which I thought was kind of cute on the blond model. The beautician was named Heidi Anne she is a close friend of my mom and was giving my mom a perm. She started my mom with her perm and would tackle my hair cut later in the perm process. Meantime, I started out in the front talking with the receptionist whom I found out later does hair removal through waxing and had offered to wax my chin. Unfortunately, I found out when I went to the room where she pours the wax that the hairs weren't long enough and I would have to let them grow. I decided to put this wax business off until maybe after the holidays. The receptionist name was Mary and she told me she had a pet turkey growing up named Turkey. She now has a husband, son and stepdaughter. She also has a small parrot and a gerbil. She says the parrot follows her around the house and talks with her and calls her mom. She really didn't seem old herself and she seem to have a very sweet nature personality. The name of the beauty shop was called "Java Hair Company." The shop was located in South Daytona on Nova Road. The owner and hair stylist is named Heidi J. Luby. She made a little pamphlet talking about her Indonesian heritage. Heidi's father was born on the island of Java on a tea plantation and Heidi's mom was born on the island of Sumatra on a coffee plantation. The beauty shop is very tastefully decorated in the island theme. It was also super duper clean. Even the restroom was super clean. Heidi Anne gave me a flattering hair style which involved washing, blow drying, cutting, styling and the finishing touches of hair spray to hold the style in place. The hair part was slightly over to the left which I normally part in the middle. She says I have a natural tan line there. There was Christmas music playing on the stereo radio. There was a Christmas tree in the front receptionist area. Plus a tree full of small Christmas balls in the back. Both mom and I had some of the food treats Heidi Anne brought in for everyone to eat. There was turkey cut into cubes. There were cubed cheese which was kind of spicy. I was watching mom get her final touches of hair designs by Heidi Anne when I felt something crash, crash behind me. I was sitting in a chair attached to a hair dryer. Somehow the hair dryer got knocked into a couple of displays of hair and facial supplies that tumbled onto the floor. I felt so embarrassed. The stylist assured me everything would be OK. Heidi the owner picked up the display and placed everything back into order. Mom and I came in the morning and there was lots of laughter coming from the stylist and other customers. They had no televisions playing so you really didn't know what was happening to everyone in the outside world. I asked Heidi Anne if she was keeping up with the Casey Anthony case. She nodded and kept to a silent yes response. This was kind of a tabu subject because of the negative energy of people's opinions this displayed. I picked up on this unspoken response from her. The rest of the time was happy. Heidi Anne gave both mom and I watches to wear for Christmas. There was a guy who came in to have a hair trimmed and he was the subject of gentle razzing because he did not go to a barber. He came to these ladies and they teased him by saying " you just like the foo foo treatment." This was followed by laughter by all parties there. After mom and I left with our new hairstyles, mom stopped at the Publix in Port Orange and I went next door to the Chinese takeout for something to eat. I got Chicken Low main, Won Ton soup and a diet coke. I got to hear the cashier and the worker speak Chinese as if they were speaking everyday English. I thought it was kind of neat to hear. Afterwards I waited for mom by the car and we went home for the day.