I Look Like THE Dancing Queen

So here we are again: finishing out a week, traveling to new lands. I'll be in Portugal tomorrow night! Huzzah! I just have to get through one last exam before I go... lame.

Today I got my hair cut, finally, and it kind of looks awesome. The place was in a studio complex near Notting Hill, so it was like being in a big old loft complete with huge air ducts and high ceilings. My haircut was relatively uneventful but reassuring-- no crazy techniques-- and my hairstylist knew his way around a pair of scissors. He kept calling me "darling" in a really likeable, British way. And then the blow dry began.

He had trimmed layers around my face and fixed my "fringe" (it definitely is more like a long piece on the side, but apparently it's bangs now) and then started straightening everything. I never wear my hair straight, so it was an event in itself to get my curls sorted out. But then my guy started twirling the brush at the ends, and putting something fancy in my hair, and it came out AWESOME. I had a poker straight fringe with a crazy disco twirl at the end, kinda like Madonna without the tight curls upwards.

Every time I moved my head, my hair danced, and then fell right back into place. It was amazing.

When I got outside, it was raining, of course. I tied my scarf around my head like a Polish grannie and half ran, half shuffled (damn my heavy bag) down Portobello Road and then rode the tube around in a circle until I figured out how the Hammersmith & City line worked.

I got back to my flat and the hair had gone slightly wonky-- it's no longer shimmery and disco worthy, but more just like a normal blowout with bouncy ends. Le sigh.

Portugal will be in the 60s, with rain in Porto, and I cannot wait. The language might be a slight problem, but we will work through all of that.