Hair (not the musical)

I have a good friend who always celebrates the completion of any kind of undertaking (term paper, election campaign, half marathon, bloodless coup) with a "victory haircut."

I've always liked the idea, and this week I also saw the point. Having been working incredibly hard lately, I've neglected many aspects of my personal and home life. So, last night, having finally (I think, fingers crossed, please God make it stop) finished this particular assignment, I made an appointment to get my hair cut.

I went to a professional salon (as opposed to one of those back-alley butchers) and got what I think is a good cut, although I won't know for sure until I wash and dry it myself. My hairdresser got my number very quickly, though, because the phrase he used three times in describing the cut he'd give me was "something you can manage."

He then blew it dry straight, which is an interesting effect (I once had someone ask me after a salon cut if that was my "real hair?") but one I can never achieve by myself. I once asked a friend why this was and she said, "Because you can't stand behind yourself with a blowdryer."

And now if you'll excuse me, it's time for the victory house-cleaning.