I cheated and I liked it

For nearly ten years, Dana at the Corner Attraction in Schenectady, NY has been doing my hair. I get a cut when I go home for holidays. If I'm not going home for awhile, I cut it myself. I take care of the color, unless I'm going through a blond phase. In those cases, I save the four-hour bleaching process for the day before Christmas Eve. I have rejected the idea of spending upwards of $50 on a haircut. Until last night.

Two week ago, I got so riled up watching the series finale of Blow Out that I grabbed my scissors and went to town. Not used to my hair being so long, I messed it all up. I decided I'd hold out until next weekend, when I go home for Mom's birthday. I could not hold out, and got sick of the ponytail.

The roommate suggested I go to her hairdresser. Last night, I did -- armed with this picture and a dream.

First, the shampoo guy went to town on me. It was the best shampoo of my life. Orgasmic, really. I was like one of those chicks on the Herbal Essences commercials. In my mind. Then Jackie, the hairdresser with a mullet, took me over to her chair. In that chair, she worked magic. I kid you not - when I walked out of that salon, my hair looked EXACTLY like that picture. It felt wonderful. It was a salon experience like no other.

I always promised myself I wasn't going to become one of those girls who wasted gobs of money on spa treatments and hair coloring and the like. And now, here I am getting $70 haircuts and pedicures twice a month. If I start getting my eyebrows threaded, shoot me. Seriously. Put me out of my misery.

If you want to see my sexy new haircut, or just listen to some hot chicks play rockin' music, you should go to The Pussycat Lounge tonight and see The Witching.