drybar
I was walking (Olympic speed walking) one night last week and passed a dead possum on the side of the road. I slowed down as I passed through the awful stench of bloated, dead animal and felt bad for it because I used to think possums were gross and disgusting creatures. I mean their fur is matted, they have scary, glowing eyes because you usually spot them in the night, and they have a rat tail. Because they have poor eyesight and have to sniff a lot, it makes them look grumpy and mean.
But then one day, at the Dallas Zoo, Alex and I went in the kids' barn and met a possum in captivity. They had bathed him and he was all fluffy and actually pretty cute. It still had the nasty rat tail, but the clean fluff almost made up for it. The possum (I forgot his name) seemed happy and was pretty chill, even with Alex's underdeveloped muscle control as he slapped at him instead of petting him gently.
I tell you this because I am the street possum in this analogy. Hair with me for a minute...
Another thing that gives me massive grief in life and that I like to also complain incessantly about is my hair. I am the only Korean person I know who was not blessed with smooth, shiny, perfect hair that could be that way from air drying. I was told I have curly hair, but it's not. It has a wave, but only through the bottom third. So if I put product in to let it dry "naturally tousseled" or "beach waved", it poofs up underneath and stays straight in the middle and then fizzes out at the top. It's unsightly for sure.
So I was sent to a place called drybar much like Moses was sent to Egypt by God (not quite like that...).
V will tell you that he had the idea of drybar first. It would be a place where you get your hair styled, but not cut and he was going to call it "Snips" (ironically). He tells me that he told me and our friend Ann this one night and that we both laughed hysterically at the thought of that ridiculousness (alcohol might have been involved). I don't remember this.
Well, he sat on the idea too long because someone else made it happen.
There are three drybar locations I can choose from. It's a beautiful salon with shabby chic decor.
The stations face TVs where you can watch any one of the dozens of chick flicks they loop through, my favorite being Clueless.
After you check in (or walk in), they send a stylist to retrieve you and they take you back and offer you a drink. My stylist always has that oh hell, no! smile when they see me and my massive amount of wild, untamed hair. And, yes. You can have alcohol as your choice of drink, hence the name. Since I normally go in the mornings, I lay off, as not be assumed an alcoholic. They also put out a tray of cute snacks, but since I usually go to Highland Park, where no woman eats in public, I don't ever take anything...even though I really want to.
You sit down at a station and the stylist goes over the menu of hairstyles to choose from. I always order the "straight up" because with minimal product use, I can make the blow out last for 5 days. I've always wanted to try "Southern Comfort" (big Texas hair) to see just how big they can make it, but I'll have to wait until I sign up for my first beauty pageant.
After you order, they wash your hair. Although I have never requested (paid for) it, there is an option for a "floater" where they massage your scalp for 10 minutes during your shampoo. I have always been lucky to get my stylist to massage my scalp a little bit and I feel like 10 minutes would get awkward.
Then you just sit there and let them go to work in beautifying your hair. You can drink, watch TV, or read from a selection of premium magazines.
I am not being paid to promote this (although I would like to be...). I truly think it's one of the best places 'for fun money' can be spent. I try and take everyone when they want to hang out with me. I can't be the only one in love with the place either, because it is crowded all the time and I've gone just about every time of day you can go. I've seen the Ranger baseball wives having girls day outs and wedding parties getting dolled up together on the big day.
It's also necessary for me. I do not have the knowledge of hair or the skill to make my hair look nice. I dry it anyway I can in 15 minutes and then fry the poof with my straightener. To think I did not discover straighteners until college...(high school was bad). I end up a sweaty mess with crazy hair that ends up pulled up into a bun.
If money were no object at our household, I would hire my favorite drybar stylist to fix my hair daily.
That way people would be able to see that I, the ugly street possum, can actually be cute and fluffy with a little bit of help.
But then one day, at the Dallas Zoo, Alex and I went in the kids' barn and met a possum in captivity. They had bathed him and he was all fluffy and actually pretty cute. It still had the nasty rat tail, but the clean fluff almost made up for it. The possum (I forgot his name) seemed happy and was pretty chill, even with Alex's underdeveloped muscle control as he slapped at him instead of petting him gently.
I tell you this because I am the street possum in this analogy. Hair with me for a minute...
Another thing that gives me massive grief in life and that I like to also complain incessantly about is my hair. I am the only Korean person I know who was not blessed with smooth, shiny, perfect hair that could be that way from air drying. I was told I have curly hair, but it's not. It has a wave, but only through the bottom third. So if I put product in to let it dry "naturally tousseled" or "beach waved", it poofs up underneath and stays straight in the middle and then fizzes out at the top. It's unsightly for sure.
So I was sent to a place called drybar much like Moses was sent to Egypt by God (not quite like that...).
V will tell you that he had the idea of drybar first. It would be a place where you get your hair styled, but not cut and he was going to call it "Snips" (ironically). He tells me that he told me and our friend Ann this one night and that we both laughed hysterically at the thought of that ridiculousness (alcohol might have been involved). I don't remember this.
Well, he sat on the idea too long because someone else made it happen.
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There are three drybar locations I can choose from. It's a beautiful salon with shabby chic decor.
The stations face TVs where you can watch any one of the dozens of chick flicks they loop through, my favorite being Clueless.
After you check in (or walk in), they send a stylist to retrieve you and they take you back and offer you a drink. My stylist always has that oh hell, no! smile when they see me and my massive amount of wild, untamed hair. And, yes. You can have alcohol as your choice of drink, hence the name. Since I normally go in the mornings, I lay off, as not be assumed an alcoholic. They also put out a tray of cute snacks, but since I usually go to Highland Park, where no woman eats in public, I don't ever take anything...even though I really want to.
You sit down at a station and the stylist goes over the menu of hairstyles to choose from. I always order the "straight up" because with minimal product use, I can make the blow out last for 5 days. I've always wanted to try "Southern Comfort" (big Texas hair) to see just how big they can make it, but I'll have to wait until I sign up for my first beauty pageant.
After you order, they wash your hair. Although I have never requested (paid for) it, there is an option for a "floater" where they massage your scalp for 10 minutes during your shampoo. I have always been lucky to get my stylist to massage my scalp a little bit and I feel like 10 minutes would get awkward.
Then you just sit there and let them go to work in beautifying your hair. You can drink, watch TV, or read from a selection of premium magazines.
I am not being paid to promote this (although I would like to be...). I truly think it's one of the best places 'for fun money' can be spent. I try and take everyone when they want to hang out with me. I can't be the only one in love with the place either, because it is crowded all the time and I've gone just about every time of day you can go. I've seen the Ranger baseball wives having girls day outs and wedding parties getting dolled up together on the big day.
It's also necessary for me. I do not have the knowledge of hair or the skill to make my hair look nice. I dry it anyway I can in 15 minutes and then fry the poof with my straightener. To think I did not discover straighteners until college...(high school was bad). I end up a sweaty mess with crazy hair that ends up pulled up into a bun.
If money were no object at our household, I would hire my favorite drybar stylist to fix my hair daily.
That way people would be able to see that I, the ugly street possum, can actually be cute and fluffy with a little bit of help.
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