When it comes to hair stylists, I just can’t be true. Over the weekend, I cheated on my super cool stylist of over two years, Amanda. She hadn’t grown complacent or unappreciative. She was still giving good style. But the temptation of something better lured me to The Electric Chair on Hampton, across from Bartolino’s. Maybe it was the edgy name. Maybe it was the cheeky pinup girl logo. Maybe it was the swell of admiration and jealously every time I ran into Jess over the last 6 months. When I marveled at her hair for the millionth time, she confessed she’d been going to the Chair, so I made an appointment with Andrea (same name/good sign). The décor was fun, the girls catty as hell. They are young, like to drink, and are highly entertaining. It really did feel like a cheap one night stand, but I’ll be back. I got a great haircut at the Southside price of $20 plus tip. At those prices, I can afford to go more than twice a year.
I asked Thomas if he gets his hair cut at an old school barbershop or at a salon and he admitted that recently, someone came to his office to cut his hair. I found this very funny and sort of out of character. Maybe if TC were a high-paid busy executive or J-Lo, I could understand an office call. He got embarrassed and befuddled when I pressed him for more information, so I let it go.