Got Cropped At Last

Yes, folks, it finally happened. After over a year of NOT getting my haircut and constantly complaining about how awful it looked, I was physically bundled into an unmarked car by my life-long friends Lisa Oakley and The Fabulous Miss V and delivered to the hairdresser. And it was not just any hairdresser either, Morgan is one of the top hairdressers in the RTP area.

In fact, he's been the Fabulous Miss V's stylist for many years and she had to beg him to take us as he doesn't normally take new clients on. I think what swayed him was the fact that Lisa wanted to donate hers to Locks of Love, which he is a big supporter of. Her hair looked good, it was just long. My hair, on the other hand, was a limp mess of nothing that needed drastic measures.

Lisa and V both made it clear they were sick of hearing me whine about the state of my head but not actually doing anything about it. So, being the wonderful friends they are, they decided to make a party out of it, and booked us all to get our hair done and then move on to dinner at a posh restaurant straight afterwards. They even promised me champagne if I didn't back out at the last minute as I am prone to do. They know me very well; I am easily coerced if promised fine dining and booze.

When we walked in the door Morgan took one look at me and breathed, "Mmmmmhmmmm" in such a fashion as to let me know that whatever it was that V had told him had not included quite enough detail. Once we had established the fact that I didn't want anything dyed, but that yes, sir, he was the boss and what he said goes, he got to work.

Alas, I don't have a picture of me pre-cut (you have to forgive Lisa, she's not a blogger and didn't realize it was needed). She did manage to take a snap near the end of my session, so Lisa and I went from this:



This is me by the way.







To this:
It was wonderful watching a true artist at work; Morgan is a virtuoso with the scissors and in no time flat we both had low maintenance yet stylish cuts. I wanted to pick him up, twirl him around and kiss him, which kind of freaked him out a little, so I settled for a friendly group snapshot instead.

Miss V, who always looks good because she is smarter than the average bear and never had any children, glowed with the absolute knowledge that she had managed to make us look, even for just one night, as if we were not slobs bussed in from mommy-town. Even better, we had so much fun we booked another session for the end of January and vow to make it a monthly group date. I love my friends!

A Most Unexpected Outing

J.K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter series, revealed on Friday that she "always thought of Dumbledore as gay" during a book reading at Carnegie Hall in New York. In answer to the question was the Headmaster of Hogwarts ever in love, she didn't even pause before propelling him out of the closet at high speed!

This is depressing news, for me anyway, as it just goes to prove my gay friends right yet again. I can't tell you how many conversations I've had that have spooled out along the lines of ....

Me: (admiringly)
I loved Viggo Mortensen in A History of Violence, he was really go-

Gay Friend: (interrupting)
He's gay!

Me: (irritated)
No, he's not!

Gay Friend: (gleefully)
Yes, he is!

Me: (irritated)
How the hell do you know?

Gay Friend: (smugly)
I have a friend, who's a friend of a friend of the concierge at the Chateau Marmont in LA, who said his boyfriend's ex-lover's mate shagged him last year.

Me: (amazed)
What in the hell are you talking about!? You believe that crap?

Gay Friend: (insistent)
He's gay, I'm telling you. I've heard.

Me: (annoyed)
Look, just cause you want him to be gay doesn't make it true. You say everyone in Hollywood is gay anyway!

Gay Friend: (smug again)
Oh, honey, that's because they are.

Me: (incredulous)
You're seriously telling me Tom Hanks is gay?

Gay Friend: (sincerely)
Yep.

Me: (amazed)
And Clint Eastwood? And Stephen Spielberg? And Jack friggin' Nicholson?

Gay Friend: (happily)
Gay! Gay! Gay!

Me: (disgusted)
You're insane.

Gay Friend: (comforting)
The truth hurts, girlfriend, the truth hurts.

Over the years, I've had this sort of conversation about many, many celebrities with many, many gay men, and dagnabbit if the gay boys aren't correct more often than not! To be fair, quite a few worked in the entertainment industry, so I guess they are closer to the ground as far as that kind of thing goes (so to speak). And yes some of the celebrities in question are kind of obvious, even to a straight girl. Clay Aiken immediately springs to mind, and not just because you can call him "Gay" Aiken for a cheap laugh.

As for Albus Dumbledore, I was informed last year he was obviously homosexual. I didn't get that from reading the books, but a gay friend told me all the signs were there and I refused to believe him. The truth hurts, girlfriend, the truth hurts.

Now, if someone tells me Mike Rowe plays for the other team, I'm really gonna scream.

Hoist By My Own Petard

Last year, we went to the beach with a couple of friends, George and Sean. George had a new digital camera that The SO could NOT leave alone the ENTIRE time we were there. He spent hours taking pictures, clicking away, not caring that he was seriously getting on my nerves. Finally, I snapped, bent over and mooned him, saying "take a picture of THIS then, dammit". Which he duly did. Which I duly forgot about until a few days ago.

The SO is sitting at his computer and gets an IM from Sean. A couple of seconds later, he starts hooting and shouts at me "YOU ARE SOOOOO OWNED". I take a look and what do you think I see? Ah yes, lovely, there's my ass smiling at me from Sean's little picture id window.

Oh, hahahaha.

The SO and Sean then spent quite some internet time enjoying my humiliation and generally laughing at me. It turns out that George had very kindly emailed the photo to him (and God knows where else he's sent it). I shall not post it here, as it's not a very flattering shot. Dimples are made for the face, not the rear-end.

My mother walked by to see what the fuss was about; she took one look, said "it's your own fault" and laughed her head off. But then again, she's still mad at me for posting about her poo I think.

That's what friends are for, eh? No worries, I will be discussing George and Sean in due time.

Yep, all in due time .....