Everyone awoke a little gloomy. It was our last day, and check-out time was only four hours away. Logan in-particular was not okay with this and sought out the front desk to plea our case. The result was a new check-out time of four o’clock, at no additional charge.
I’m not sure what Logan had to do to get this sweet deal; knowing her, they were probably just charmed, but that makes for a boring blog, so let’s pretend she seduced the owner’s wife, or at the very least threatened them with rad karate moves.
"Hit me with your best shot" - Logan in control
With only half a day left, the majority agreed that the best thing to do was give me a haircut.
Uh, wha...? Really? It’s that bad?
What I saw as my sexy, shaggy mop – so hip and suave was, unbeknownst to me, something akin to Eric Stoltz’ hot look in the movie “Mask”. Apparently I had been unwittingly turning Greek adventurers into stone with my mere hairdo. Who knew?
Bad hair daze: Eric Stoltz, Medusa, and me
Carrie was adamant. She was going
to cut my hair. My boyfriend immediately switched to publicist mode, yelling demands and controlling events from his chaise lounge
. “Short!” he kept shouting, “Short… short!”
BEFORE: Carrie assesses the situation
The Master Hair-stylist can adapt to any situation
Beauty and the Beast
My own opinions were merely tolerated as flights of fancy. I had been reduced to a pre-Suffragette woman with hopes of one day earning a living for herself, winning the right to vote, or at the very least, opening her own door without being seen as a dangerous lesbian.