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grilled cheese and wine

Yeah, I went there for dinner.

In other news, I let an aussie sytlist cut my hair today. All I can say is 'whoops' and good thing it will eventually grow out. The good news is I think he took about 12 years off of my age. The bad news is that I look like I'm 14 again!

Oh, and Australia doesn't understand the word 'bangs.' I thought the stylist was kidding but it turns out he really had no idea what I was talking about. The word here is 'fringe.' I'm not sure how to make that plural though so instead of 'I have bangs now' perhaps it is 'I have fringe?' Or 'I've been fringed?' Whatever the saying is, I have it/them now and headbands may be my new best friend until it/they grow(s) out.

I must say though that the salon I went to (Room 53 in E. Brunswick) was good. I parted with far too much money and am not entirely sure that I signed up for what I walked out with, but everyone was friendly, there was free coffee, and the shampoo came with a brief head massage that was excellent. Would I go back? Perhaps but I am a little bit nervous b/c the stylist kept talking about wanting to give me a 'quarter head of foils.'

Even though it was a bit expensive for my taste, I did leave with new shampoo and conditioner and he had to blow dry my massive amount of hair for no tip. I even tried to tip him and he informed me that tipping stylists was not a normal thing in Australia. Good on him for being honest.

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Yvonne Anderson said…
Hi Shannon,

Found you via Brendan's blog!

Hope you are well and the project going good.

:)

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