It was rainy, and windy today
so this is about the only semi decent shot I have of my hair after a day out.
But you get the idea.
I cried this morning over the 8 plus inches I cut off.
I'm not proud of it.
But in my defense,
I had acupuncture for the first time this morning..
and I think it left me feeling emotional.
This would be what I like to call
It's a middle part.
In case you were like
"but which way is it parted megan?!"
I went to The Rainbow Room in Glasgow City Centre.
Stephen came too..
We were seated next to each other..
I had Dean,
S had Zara.
They do a shiatsu head massage before they start cutting..
but get this..
it's not done at the sink while your getting your hair washed..
they get some lotion hair stuff,
bring it to their station where you are seated..
then proceed to put it in your hair and rub your head, neck, and shoulders..
which is nice..
I mean, who doesn't like a little rub down?
But i mean,
here I am,
getting a massage from 6'4 muscle man Dean,
who i just met..
while S is getting a massage next to me by petit Zara..
in the midst of the hussel and bussel of the salon..
I dont know about you..
But S and I dont like to mix our swinger lifestyle with hair products and sharp objects.