Fabulous

I had a dream the other night that was so surreal when I woke up I wrote it down. Not that all dreams aren’t surreal. I will preface it to say Phineas and Ferb is our new family show. “We’re getting the band back together” is one of my favorite episodes. One of the bandmates, Bobby Fabulous, has become a hairdresser. In my dream, I went to see cartoon Bobby after my last haircut. I complained that it didn’t look like I had an $80 haircut. I have been flat-ironing my hair and in my dream, I had them wavy natural, not smooth. Bobby played with my hair and said soothingly, no, not an $80 haircut. It looks like an $120 haircut. It is so fabulous you don’t even need to style it.

I don’t believe Bobby Fabulous, in my dream or in Danville. Or even Bobby Fabulous as the embodiment of my id. Super ego?

I did get a haircut at a real salon the other day. I had previously tried to get my haircut twice at strip mall salons. I seem to have lost the critical language that convinces a stylist to actually cut my hair, much less shampoo and style it. The salon experience was fabulous. And I left with a nice cut for much less than $80. I have been running out of time to flat iron it. I think some part of me would encourage me to find the time.