I'm Gonna Wash That Blond Right Outta My Hair

So last Saturday, I took the plunge and went to a brand-spankin'-new salon in San Jose called 5 Color Cowboy. I found this place off of yelp.com, which has been very helpful. True, it's all based on customer reviews, which need to be taken with a grain of salt, but I figured that not much harm could come out of keeping an open mind. The salon itself was very nicely decorated in a trendy Asian theme and the place was hopping with business, which I took as a good sign. What was most important was that all the stylists had "good hair", which boded well for even my head of hair.

So, no more blonde highlights for me - they were eating up my hair and making it generally look like crap (especially on the ends). Not only did the my stylist do a great job coloring my hair, she also colored my eyebrows so they'd match. At first, I was a bit worried because, after putting the goup on my eyebrows, I looked strikingly similar to Groucho Marx, but without the mustache. My stylist, Angel, assured me that it was just a temporary effect, which made me feel slightly better. After about an hour and a half of being pampered, I left the salon with considerably better hair than when I went in, which is what Angel had promised. I have achieved what I thought was the impossible - I found a stylist who has proven herself a worthy "tamer of the tresses".