Sooo gay

I finally managed to get my lazy ass to the hairdressers. I chose the closest one to us that looked fancy, and booked an appointment two days ago. And I don't think I've ever been anywhere as gay before - of course, being in the heart of gay village all the hairdressers were male and quite obviously gay including mine. He is called David, and he was good - still, there's no one like Lulu who I had while living in Bishop's Stortford. David understood though what I've been trying to explain for a while to other hairdressers - condition of my hair, with especially the ends being dry and in bad condition (they've still got colour from years back). Most hairdressers are just shy of cutting too much length off - but he suggested cutting an inch off which was much appreciated. He also wasn't shy of saying that my hair is mousy (instead of the "good base colour" others have used) - and indeed, after year and a half (I think) of not colouring my hair, the colour is back on. I got red low-lights all over and my hair now looks very healthy and shiny (and that inch made such a difference). So I'm quite happy to go back to David when the time comes.

Now, it's time for a nap, and later on it's the company Christmas party. The theme is Las Vegas (baby!) and there will be some company paid gambling of course along with free drinks and prizes. Looking forward to it, actually.

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