So I went to Toni & Guy after work today (Soho is, after all, the Cultural and Gay center of London). I needed something a little darker. I have to say, here in the salon is where I experienced perhaps the most exciting thing so far. The massage chair. It's great enough when they wash your hair - with their magic hands. But when you lay their and get a back massage at the same time? Magic.
Now sometimes I feel chatty with the hairdresser. Today, however, was a magazine day. So we hadn't spoken much the whole time, and suddenly, near the end, he apologizes for being grumpy - the guy he had a date with tonight just called to cancel...
Poor guy. Tried to cheer him up. He could always veg out in the massage chair if he doesn't find anything to do...
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Aww poor guy! Haley and I went to the Gay Pride Parade downtown the other weekend- we could've found him a hot American boy!!
I got caught in the Gay Pride parade HERE last weekend!! It must be pride week or something!
I usually hate the hair washing part - it never feels comfortable. Massage chair - what a concept!
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