Hair Care Hoarder

Nothing's better than hitting your neighborhood independently-owned drug store and discovering they're doing a liquidation sale - with 30% off EVERYTHING. I went right to the hair care aisle, didn't come up for air, and stocked up like never before on Frenchy french products for the locks.

Mistaken

My hair was so much of a bird's nest today that - while walking on 57th and Broadway - a pigeon actually flew into my head! The pigeon was confused, bystanders laughed, and I was mortified, heading straight to the store to get nearly every anti-frizz potion known to man.

Inner Child?

While getting a blowout today - I started talking to a customer's 7-year-old kid. We played "I Spy" while she waited for her mom's pedicure and I got my tresses in shape. During conversation - while she played with my snake ring, she quizzed me a bit:

She asked if I was rich - I said no.
She asked how old I was - I said 30.
She asked if I was married - I said no.
She asked if I had a boyfriend - and I said no.

She then said, "You'll never get married or a boyfriend because you're 30 and you're old now."

I sank behind my bangs - while simultaneously wanting to drop-kick the brat.

Hair, Internal Freak Out, and Bathing

SOME STUFF:
1) Cut your hair Rapunzel, or the maintenance man will climb up it while your sleeping and take that snow shovel to your face.
2) I interface with a majority of men on a daily basis at work and today, I realize that we really do speak different languages when it comes to - well - anything. Case in point:
AB: Hey, what TV router number is the Times Square studio coming in on?
Man: I don't know - call TV-3.
AB: Shouldn't I call Newsone, as TV-3 is the White House pool - out of DC?
Man: Yes, call TV-3.
AB: But TV-3 is out of Washington - we need the Times Square studios - here in New York. We are here in New York.
Man: What's the status with David Muir at Kennedy airport?
AB: What?! (brain shift) I emailed him - haven't heard back but our edit bays are slammed - don't think we could take him in if he called to file now anyway.
Man: Okay - have we been in touch with JetBlue corporate? On the stranded passengers?
AB: Muir will likely have that in his Good Morning America package.
Man: Have we reached out to him to file?
AB: YES - I just told you I emailed him.
Man: Oh - look at the [inhouse] monitor, the stranded JetBlue passengers are at the Times Square studio - what TV router is that on?
AB: (Brain shift) I was trying to set that up - I asked you that earlier.
Man: Oh right - call Newsone for the router. And reach out to David Muir for him to file.
[[Internal AB: AHHHHHHH - SOMEONE SAVE ME!!! Please - anyone - walk into the newsroom, pick me up in a "crossing the threshold" kinda way, and cart me out of here! Am I speaking jibberish - or even jive? Am I fully alert? Is this coffee doing any good? Am I here? Where am I? Who am I? Who's on first?]]
3) Have the weekend off - which I'm fully excited about. Even more excited because DC Steve is coming into town for some fun NYC time. We are even going to try and check out the Russian/Turkish bath house - which from the look of the pictures and the menu of services on the website - mean men rejects from the 1989 movie "Gleaming the Cube" will beat us senseless with Platza Oak Leaves. www.russianturkishbaths.com
4) I'm also off on Monday and Tuesday - which means I've got some President's Day sales shopping to attend to.

Thundercats!

Totally getting my Cheetara on today - now that Dori, my salon stylist, has abandoned me. Cheetara isn't so bad, of all the Big Cats to leave Planet Thundera, right? I mean - I recall she was quick - and that she had a staff or rod or something. She also 'sensed' things - which would be plausible because she was the lone feline fe-lion, and girls are good at 'sensing' things.
AMERICAN CHIC
After a blowout of course, Daniela and I are checking out Nan Kempner exhibit at the Met tomorrow. I'm super excited to learn more about the woman YSL called “the world’s most famous clotheshorse." We hope to get a tour guide, just to get the full scoop of the woman wrapped in fabrics!

"Hair"rified

EMERGENCY SITUATION
There's an emergency situation in my life - and yesterday, it played out like this:
PHONE: {RING, RING}
RECEIVER: "Hello."
ALLISON: "Good Afternoon. I'd like to schedule an appointment for a blowout with Dori tomorrow."
RECEIVER: "I'm sorry, Dori left this place of employment."
INTERNAL ALLISON: "NOW WHAT!?! MY LIFE! KEEP BREATHING; DON'T PASS OUT."
ALLISON: "Oh hi. It's Allison. Do you know where Dori is working now?"
RECEIVER: "Hi Allison. She went to a salon in Brooklyn. We'll have a new stylist later this week."
ALLISON: "Thank you - I'll call back. Goodbye."
EMERGENCY AFTERMATH
In light of this news, I actually tossed my cell phone clear cross the room and buried my head in my hands. I felt completely abandoned. After all, Dori knew so much about my hair, and subsequently, my life. In fact, I scheduled her and Sonya (the personal trainer) on a rotating basis because I certainly couldn't get a blowout before working out - that would ruin everything! I was even getting ready to let Dori CUT my hair - we had become that close. Now it's meaningless. And to think how much I invested... Ladies, please toss me hair master suggestions around midtown, or a kleenex if you see me on the street.
TOOL BELT
Clubs in NYC are pretty much tool-infested, and this past weekend was no exception. I personally have only been to clubs twice in past the year I've been here - so I consider that a pretty good track record. On Saturday night - decided the girls should go dancing as Heather's friend was spinning at at a club on 28th. It was insanely ridiculous. After passing the bevy of bouncers out front, we made our way inside to a sea of silicone breasts and eurotrash men with more hair gel than all 3 Gotti brothers combined. We rocked our moves on the dance floor, not forseeing the fact that we had become dangling meat targets of literally every man that walked by. One man was like a human pinball - as he was so drunk, that he kept forgetting we had rejected him earlier - and he continued to bounce back in to us several times. Heather told him we were lesbians, and he aborted. Heather and Alex were "attacked" too - so much so that I told one guy it was her bachelorette party, and she was getting married the next day. Seriously, why can't a group of girls just go out and dance and enjoy themselves without getting groped? Next time - wait, there'll be no next time...
WHY MOMA WHY?
So MOMA has a fascinating exhibit with a great concept: a "Streetscapes" Donald Sutherland film based on life in NYC on the actualy facade of the building - so as to create a drive-in movie feel. http://www.moma.org/exhibitions/2007/aitken/
People will be able to view it from 53rd street. It will be shown every night, from dusk to 10pm until next month. Everyone is praising the fact this glowing exhibit is free and uses the streetscape as its focal point. It's evident, however, that I was missing in the MOMA board of directors meeting - because I would have pointed out that temperatures each night are sub-freezing, meaning it's likely no one will see it.
WIND WHIPPED

Got beat up this morning on my way into work. The wind off the Hudson really delivered a pounding; bruises now forming from the battering. After work today, I'm going to take pictures and head to a police station to report. Abuse in any form will not be tolerated!