After my candle incident early last week I decided it was time to make a trip to the salon on Saturday. I've been going to the same womanizing Lebanese brothers for the past 8 years and I love them. Not only do they give great haircuts and colour; they also entertain me with stories of infidelity, engagements to 27 yr old virgins, wild parties in Montreal, as well providing me with sound relationship advice. Serious. I never have a clear direction of the hair style I want when I walk into the salon. I normally sit down and say "Ok.. do your thing." When they come out with strange mixtures of orange and blue, and the shampoo girl gives me a sly small (as seen above) I am always a little concerned, but never disappointed. I now have orange and blue polka dotted hair. It looks awesome! Now I know you people are all very excited to hear about my lovely new hair cut. Maybe tomorrow I should talk about my lunch. If you would like to comment, you will be happy to know that my save user info works. That's because I didn't fix it.