The Friday that felt like Saturday

Today I had a day off work! (It's a makeup holiday because I have to go in on Monday...) I was on a mission to go get my hair cut before meeting up with my sister for lunch, and then with Kat later on in the afternoon. The place Joanna recommended is called Marvel Beauty Schools - hairdressing students wash and cut hair for a low low price. So I left home around 10 to go to Yorkville. Upon arriving there, first I went into the wrong place - I went to the actual hair salon instead of the haircutting school. So they quickly sent me on my way. I put my name down and had to wait for only about five or ten minutes until my name was called. The girl who came to get me was an Asian girl with really long hair, with part of it messily piled up on her head. She introduced herself as Jen, and I smiled as confidently as I could. I told her I just wanted it trimmed and thinned out. Then she said she had to get the teacher to come over and ... set guides for her or something? I was so confused, and really nervous. We made some small talk.. but the teacher came over and explained what to do. Afterwards, Jen washed my hair. I wish she had tied up her hair 'cause some strands of it touched my face when she was leaning over me! Blech! And, she didn't really wash the back of my head (the part that rests on the sink) but I didn't say anything; I didn't want her to spray water down my back by accident.
Then when we got back to the chair, she started evening out the ends. Oh my goodness she was so incredibly slow. Just kinda chilling there... cutting some hair.. chewing her gum. So . s. l..o...w.ly. After she finally finished evening out all the ends, she said, "Does it feel lighter?"
And I'm thinking, No, because you didnt even do anything! So I said... "No,.... not really."
So she had to get her teacher to come over again to tell her how to thin hair with the jagged scissors. And she had absolutely no idea what she was doing... she'd never thinned hair, or had it thinned. Basically I was at the mercy of a Viet-Chinese girl wielding a pair of scissors. The whole ordeal ended up taking about two hours, after the painstaking cutting and then a meticulous blow-dry with a round brush. She said, "Sorry it took so long." What else could I say but, "It's okay"?
I got out of there around 1 o'clock and hurried to meet my sister. I only found out when I met her, that the girl had actually cut my hair all uneven. I tied it up and pouted about it until we found a place to sit down and eat, where I continued to complain more. It's a good thing the haircut only cost $10... And it came with a wash too. I'm just so frightened for when that girl graduates and goes out into the real world to cut real hair for real dollars. It's a ten-month program, she said; she started in January, so after only 6 months, they're out there handling real clients. I don't mind terribly that my hair turned out crappy; I am just so scared for those girls when they graduate... And next time I'll stick to someone tried and true.

So I had lunch with my sister at some noodle place near Yonge & Bloor. We walked around for a bit and then met up with Kat to do some shopping. There was a huge sale at H&M, so we spent a good half hour or more there. We met up with Joanna and Carson for a little bit too, before Kat and Jo were off to the airport to fly to Ottawa for the weekend. Brenda and I had Popeye's for dinner. It was a gorgeous night out; we saw a chess game taking place outside Eaton Centre, and the Chalkmaster hard at work. There was some global music concert going on too. We had frozen yogurt on the subway back while talking about TTC expansions.
Anyway, I was surprised to remember it was only Friday. All along I thought it was Saturday. Tomorrow is our softball season opener. I'm having breakfast with Liv too! Hooray for long weekends. :)