I need a haircut. I stopped commuting to an office 5 weeks ago and haven’t gotten a trim since then. H thinks it’s absurd that I travel from Brooklyn to the Upper East Side and pay more than $10.
– “There’s nothing to cut! What kind of skill do you need for that?”
– “Two blocks away you can go to an old school Brooklyn barber shop. Why travel on 3 subways for a haircut”*
– “You just go to your place because all of the people who work there are hot European women”
– “While we are both working at the Home Office, you are going to drop $40 on a haircut? How cost conscious is that?”
– “Josh has a guy in walking distance. He does a good job, has been in the neighborhood for 40 years, and only charges $7″
All fair points, however…I am a loyal customer. And while it is a bit embarrassing to walk into Amour de Hair (or admit to frequenting it), they do love hair! I somehow ended up going there while living on the UES and will not stray from my “stylist” Niki* (granted, there is limited styling that can be done to my head at this point).
One of my friends is also a loyal patron but he prefers another one of the women there. We’ve debated who is better and he has even suggested that Niki was Elana’s apprentice. Ridiculous.
Despite H’s protests, I made the trip last night and was delighted by a new service at ADH. As the young pretty Croatian girl began to wash my hair she gently reached under my chair for a moment. To my surprise and delight, at no extra charge, a massage ensued.
Josh has good recommendations on pizza, the best inter-borough driving routes to take and other helpful hints. However, he can keep his 75 year old Italian man, his free shot of sambuca and the $25 he saved on his trim. I’ll happily take my 45 minutes with attractive Eastern European women who have an unparalleled love for hair!
*The old school Brooklyn barber shop H references has only 2 choices – mushroom or fade. Sorry if I don’t want to look like Pete Rose or Kid N’ Play.
**W fun fact. Only 3 people have cut my hair.
1) My Mom
2) Jimmy (we have him to obliging my requests for the classic Long Island spiked hair and tail!)
(ok – there is a 4th; the woman in Argentina who could not speak one word of English. With my limited Spanish vocabulary, I think she thought I said “Make me look like Maradona”. I subsequently walked around Buenos Aires for a month with a mullet)
HOLLIE UPDATE Note that despite W’s $45 haircuts, I haven’t had as much as a pedicure since August, forget about haircuts. Also, this topic seems very familiar, I feel like I’ve blogged about it before. It’s ringing a bell… I think I wrote something on an old blog when “Amour de Hair” was featured on The Real Housewives of New York. I also remember googling “hot european girl”.