Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

I went to get my haircut today at Hairplay.I've been going there for a few years, first with Twin Name, and most recently with Mama San. I started seeing Twin Name because I needed a haircut badly. I was really happy with her work; I mean REALLY happy with her work, but her charge was $75.

Okay? I don't have a ton o' cash. My money tree? Died. So I did what anyone else would do: find someone else to cut my locks. 

After searching around, getting some OKAY cuts, I finally found a good stylist...back at Hairplay! And she's been cutting my hair. It's not cheap, but I understand why you pay that much money to get your hair done...it's because you get it done the way you want it, and you enjoy your time while you're at it.

So today, I get my chops done, and I see my girl, and bam, the other girl was there too. Twin! Yikes! Not knowing what to say/do, I just say hi. It wasn't awkward, but it was wierd. She kinda gave me a side eye. Ooopsie.

 I go 'head, and just ignore it. I clearly have a better time with my new girl, but dang. It's like running into your ex when you're ballin' around with your new boo and you didn't even tell them what's up. :-|

SO what is it about hairstylists and breaking up with them? It's not like you got all intimate and stuff, it's not like you swapped secrets and hugs and then you backstab them. It's not like you're homies for life. Homies for $75 bucks maybe.

But still. Anyways, I thought I'd share. Anyone else got any good Hairstylist Break Up stories? Hit the comments, foo!

Voodoo