I am still riding the euphoric high of my job offer. Friends have flooded me with congratulations and offers to be my dinner companions as I can invite up to 3 guests per visit. Hmmmm just takes a little clout in the world of free food at four star restaurants to become popular I suppose. I rushed to the spa to have my hair done for the necessary "head shot". Johnny N was my stylist today. We met and he did my consultation. I told him why I was there and without warning he announced to the entire room, "hey, she is a food critic"! I became a mini celebrity as everyone was interested and wanted to know how I got the job and how they could get one and if nothing else, did I need a dinner companion?

Johnny suggested some radical changes to my hair to which I shot down. I asked for a conservative cut and to refresh my color. He put away the red streak samples and brought out the old lady boring colors. I've been growing my hair long for the last 6 months and told him to keep the length and volume, just tidy me up. He brought out a pile of tin foil and started his art. I let him go. He colored for over an hour and then out came his shears. So much for my long hair. It is gone. All of it. He was like Edward Scissorhands, locks were flying furiously. There was no stopping the massacre. He had a vision. Little did I know it was bald. At least I am tidy for my photo shoot. My hair may be deflated, but not my enthusiasm.