[I have not, I admit, watched the movie or play, "Hairspray." So, feel free to use your favorite piece from that soundtrack if you're a fan. I, however, choose "Beauty School Dropout" from Grease for this blog's track of the day, since that more or less describes me and, of course, because Grease has the good sense to have both "I am Sandra Dee" and "Sandy" as songs on the soundtrack, which appeal to me for obviously narcissistic reasons.]
So I have now been back to Mario twice. I think we are bonding. I am not sure whether he laughs at my silliness because he is a joyful kind of guy, or whether he has no idea what the heck I am talking about, but I do so enjoy visiting him.
I learned on my second visit that there is an upper floor to Mario's studio. A whole new world. The second and third times were also not nearly so creepy as the third, since there were other customers there and also other employees who were washing the hair of customers et cetera, which made it seem more like a regular salon.
Highlight of my second visit? He was spraying some stuff on my towel-dried hair and said, "This stuff is great. It's like crack for your hair." You know I couldn't let that go without comment, right?
Preuscher: Really? Is it addictive? Can I share it with my friends? Or must I use it responsibly and only allow those who have been prescribed it by a licensed hairdresser? What happens if I sniff it? Is it edible?
He thought I was kidding. But hey, if he makes a claim like that, I've gotta test it out, right? (Or at least think of ways in which to do so.) Suffice it to say by the time I visited the third time, my roots are now practically full of track marks, though it's hard to distinguish from all the gray hair that I have allowed to roam my scalp in a bizarre experiment of, "How long can you seriously claim that you don't despise the fact that your hair indicates you are aging?" Rather, I think the Crack for Hair (actual name is Energy Volumizer No. 2 -- step aside, Chanel No. 5, and yeah, I did have advanced placement, skipping over Volumizer No. 1 entirely) may have accelerated the appearance of my, um, silver highlights. Or are they platinum? Perhaps only the issues of my clients that have brought such luminescent strands to my head can really attest to the expense with which they appear.
After the second visit, I was starting to actually almost get the hang of the Scissorhands cut. Still unruly, but I was able to live with the chaos though it was readily apparent I needed to visit more often to keep up that look of chaos without sliding down into unkempt and mangy. And then came visit 3.....
I was yakking away with Mario and then he stopped his snipping and pronounced what was on top of my head good.
Preuscher: Um, Mario, there are curls on top of my head.
Mario: I know, aren't they great? I took advantage of the natural wave of your hair to do that.
Preuscher: Um, yeah, the natural wave and the attendant flips are what I am trying to avoid. How would I re-create this, um, (mess -- no, what's a politically correct term?) "effect" again?
Mario: Oh, if you don't have the 6 brushes on hand that I used to create this, you could use hot rollers.
Preuscher: What?! Um, no, this has to be a quick kind of 'do.
Mario: Well, you could perhaps approximate the effect with some of the kind of other velcro-like rollers.
Preuscher: (After hissing intake of breath....) Hmmmm.....
So, suffice to say, my days of waking up, looking at my bedhead, taking a shower, and then attempting to re-create the bedhead less cowlicks are over. I miss them. I miss Edward Scissorhands. I will have him back....
Meanwhile, the Droggerie Mart pulled a slick move on me last time. Turns out that Bier Shampoo is not the one for my dark (unadjusted for silver highlights) tresses. There is actually a Walnuss Braun-Reflex Shampoo that matches my conditioner. This throws my entire food theme of beer, walnuts, and espresso chase out the window. Oh, Guhl..... Soooooo personally disappointed in your inability to manage and present your inventory at the Droggerie Mart.....
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