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March 9, 2000
a year ago

Tiger Stripes

I forgot my card of passwords today. I rotate passwords on Eskimo and on Flick every week, and I can't remember them when they change that frequently. I have about 100 passwords written out, which are all completely random alphanumerics, and I do manage to remember which one I'm using without marking it on the card; however, when I don't have the card with me I am lost completely. Instead, I telnet'ed directly to the place I usually meet Geoff, and because I was on Telnet, I didn't go into any of the common areas and just talked with him occasionally. It was nice with all the other things I had to do here work, and was low level enough to fit.

I spent most of the morning writing up the results of yesterday's meeting, and Bob invited me out to lunch at the China Gourmet. We had fun talking through everything again, including where Bob wanted to go here at work once he moved to Boulder. They're moving sometime after June, and are looking forward to getting it all over with. There is just so much to do, and I remember what it was like last year when we went through everything.

The afternoon was more meetings, and one really nasty awful bug.

So it wasn't until after six that I could get out of work, and my appointment for my hair was at 7, in Longmont, so I didn't get any time for dinner. It turned out, that the customer before me was half an hour late, so I just sat and waited for the half an hour. I guess I could have walked next-door to the grocery store and bought something for dinner, but I was too tired to go anywhere, really.

So by to time Linda was able to start on my hair it was already 7:30. I wanted to have stripes of blue through my black hair, and the only way to get the blue to be really clear and bright was to bleach the stripes first. So we marked off areas to bleach, and she carefully applied bleach to those areas in neat packets. Under each lock of hair she placed a board and a piece of paper and then painted the lock onto the paper with the bleach. The paper was then folded up neatly, and each bleached area became a neat stack of papers that were then folded into place and clipped. The we were done with all five areas it was 8:15, and she put me under the hair dryer to apply heat to the bleach. The heat would allow all the patches to bleach evenly, unlike the light at the top and dark at the bottom effect that I had the very first time I had my hair bleached.

While we were applying the bleach, Linda's kids actually called her to ask what was going on, what to have for dinner, and how long she would be. Originally, my seven o'clock appointment was only supposed to go until 8, as she believed she could do the bleaching, cutting, and dyeing in an hour. As we progressed, I figured out that there was really no way that it was going to take anything less than two hours to do everything; and I felt somewhat bad about that even though I knew that it was her choice.

By the time the bleach had processed completely it was about 8:30, and we washed everything out. She applied some creme rinse so that my hair could actually be combed out. Sections of hair, the stuff that had been bleached and dyed blue at the ends of the newly bleached sections, just fell right off, soft and white and cottony in appearance. The stuff had just been processed one too many times, and Linda was somewhat horrified until I told her that I expected pretty much that to happen. She kept going back to how bad it would be if someone's entire head of hair did that. We then tried to salvage what we could, but that ends of my hair were pretty dead and really crunchy. So we ended up trimming the front to the point where the hair had fallen off and then cutting down to the back to allow me the greatest length in the back and shaping the mass of hair a little.

When we were finished with a haircut, it was already a little bit past nine, and watching her comb it in the mirror it was very striking. She did a better job than Paula did, and hadn't bleached my hair until it was dead. Dyes actually stick better to hair that still has some yellow to it than it does to platinum blond hair. Linda had gotten it to the strawberry blond stage, and it was far, far brighter than it ever could be if we dyed it blue. Not subtle. Period.

It was, however, late. Linda also said that it might be fun for me to where it like this for a while and dyeing it could always be done later, and she thought it looked really good. Given that I would probably say that she had done it to everyone, I think she really did think it looked good. Also, after the haircut, I was far more taken with it. It was, however, very, very bright yellow against the black, and I kept thinking of bumblebees. The blond kept startling me, when it went in front of my eyes, and, while I wasn't sure, I've was also tired, and the truth of being able to dye it any time later was still real. So I decided to just leave it as it was, and decide later if I wanted to layer dyes on top.

We went over to the cash register and I asked how much and Linda said, "Twenty five dollars."

I'll admit it, I just stared at her. The guy before me, with the half hour cut had been $20. I'd imagined that it would be $60 and this was just so out of whack, I went, "What?!"

She mumbled, ashamed looking, "It's $15 for the hair cut and $10 for the streaking, it's not like it was a whole head job and if you'd asked for the dye it would be around $35 for the extra time... is that too much?"

I said, somewhat explosively, "No! You're charging way too little." The last time I had a bleach and dye it was $120... this was crazy and my head hurt, so I just wrote a check out for $40, and I kinda wish that I'd written it for sixty, but I really didn't want to insult her, either by way overpaying her by her measure, but I did ask, "Is this okay?"

Her eye got big, "Yeah! Sure, that's just fine..." and then said, "If you do decide you can't live with it be sure to talk to me, because if you talk with any of the others and say, 'Color' they won't think I can fit you in, but all I have to do is comb the stuff through and put you under a dryer, so it'll be quick and free. You've already paid for it."

On that note, I went home.

We had actually skimped on the conditioners because they get in the way of the dye actually bonding to the hair, so my hair felt really awful. I fed Fezzik first and then, rather than leave it like this for the night, I went and found my Aussie Three Minute Miracle and used the laundry sink to get my hair damp, apply the stuff. I sat for five minutes to allow the stuff to really work through my hair. It felt *much* better after that and a protein mist and some hands-on moisturizer that just gets applied and left in the stuff. The yellow hair is extraordinarily strong still and softer than the platinum/blue stuff had been. So I think Linda did a most excellent job.

After I did that I fed myself and felt a lot more clearheaded, but it was already way after ten, what with the drive and everything. I needed the hair to dry some before going to sleep, so I read and knit and watched TV some. The coolest thing in the world was the fact that the beached hair felt pretty much like my normal hair. That was really nice, especially after the really crunchy texture of the old, old blue hair. After the conditioning, it felt just like my real hair, so I think it's going to last longer than the previous setup. It is still awful bright, though.

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