I've never been one for doing things by halves and so I figured that if I was going to turn my life upside-down, I might as well do it properly.
I've never liked getting my hair cut. Even if I'm getting a shampoo and rinse from some hot chick, I just can't explain it, I don't like it. Even worse is when they want to chat since I'm not very talkative at the best of times and so having to yak on with somebody while they're rummaging around the back of my head with the clippers is not something I particularly enjoy. They generally give up fairly quickly and complete the deed in silence I usually end up ducking into some el cheapo barber shop whenever I need to get shorn, a quick in and out, and I'm pretty happy with that.
So the two-and-a-half hours I spent in the salon this afternoon getting my hair dyed was not an enjoyable experience, not even close. Never having done it before, I didn't realize how long it would take although at the end of it all, I'd have to say that having my hair bright red looks pretty damn fine.
Well, it's either that or "OMG! What the hell have I just done?!?!"