When Irish Eyes are Smilin'

After a night of drinking my face off and three hours of sleep, I was a site for sore eyes at this morning's hair appointment. My original plan was to go to bed around 11, get a good 9 hours of sleep, and plan my day out after getting a fabulous hair cut. Well that was shot to hell after Sean kept ordering beers, and I figured what the hell. It was a nice night outside, albeit humid, and I was having fun.
Cut to 8:30 this AM, when my alarm started blaring in my ear. I rolled outta bed with make up down my face, and quickly grabbed the cleanest thing on the floor so I wouldn't be late for my fancy salon appointment. After getting lost in SoHo (it's like the Bermuda triangle down there), I found the salon and was right on time. Now, I know I mentioned in a previous post that finding the right hair stylist for we curly heads is essential. I did my homework, read various reviews, and settled on Arte. The salon itself is very modern, but also warm. I changed into a smock, sat down with my water and lemon, and waited to meet my stylist. She talked with me about my hair for a good 15 minutes, before I got a scalp massage as part of the shampoo. She was very knowledgable, took her time, and gave me some good anti-frizz tips.
It was definately the most expensive hair cut I've ever had (still pretty cheap for a good NY salon, at $85), but I'm learning that quality really is better than quantity. The same goes for boys.