The BFF and I headed downtown on a mission to get our first official haircuts in Korea. I had been starting to feel like I could use my hair as a weapon. You remember Sindel from Mortal Kombat? She could kill you by just dancing to “I Whip my Hair Back and Forth“ . Now, yes we have been here a year, but again I’m from NYC. Getting a haircut is a risky move:
1) It is like a surprise attack and suddenly you are down a $100. Do you know how much they charge for hair this length!?
2) You don’t know if that hairdresser is gonna have a Brittany Spears freak out on your hair.
Lady, when I said I wanted this much cut off, it wasn’t an estimate! I’ve been traumatized as a child. Ask Chris, my childhood amigo, and he’ll tell you to this day that his nickname for me is Mushroom Head. Enough said.
So again, I tend to avoid the salons as much as possible. But the mane has gotten too long and for the play I’ll be doing next week, a haircut was badly needed. Thankfully our friend recommended someone to us. Jiwon spoke English and even escorted us to the salon. I felt terrible that they had to deal with two unruly heads. The poor guy who was combing through my hair didn’t even know what to make of it.
It was a beautiful place, I felt like a real star walking in and being offered coffee, having my coat and purse taken and put away for me. Yep, star treatment is niiiiiice. All of this for $15. Come again? Yep, 15. Clearly they don’t charge by the length of your hair. Here is the end result, and sadly it will never look this good again:
You like it, ma?