The end of day two. well, the third day of the trip, second day of class. Tuesday. Time is blurry here…the days, the minutes, the everything. But we’re getting used to it. Today began as yesterday did…at the crack of ass. all of us awake around 4 or 5 a.m. Lying in bed, just awake until one of us says…are you awake? and we all chime in, GOD YES. DAMNIT!!! Then we lay in bed and watch tv and laugh about how stupid it is that we’re awake, and we wait for the sun to come up then I go walk on the beach. Larissa and I walked today. Maegen was feeling off and Kasie was already showered. She get’s that done ahead of time. Anyway, the walk was great. The weather was a little overcast, a little chily, but compared to home still paradise. We actually walked on the beach today. the sand was soft, gushy under our feet. The seagulls were flying in, Out beyond the breaking waves floated a pelican that was I swear, as big as our bed. Just floating along, waiting for some breakfast. There were bird prints in the sand. Photo op. Nice way to begin the morning.
Maegen, come to find out wasn’t just tired from our adventures with Rusty’s Sun Shack, but is truly sick. She left class at noon and came back to the room. I’ve got her drugged up, got her some soup, and tylenol p.m. for us all. Hopefully she’ll feel better tomorrow, we’ll all get some sleep, and the bug that she has isn’t contageous. ugh. I’m armed with zinc, airborne, vitamins and cold pills. Plus I just finished eating some crazy good sushi, with so much wasabi that whatever it is, won’t survive from the spice!! (the sushi was good, but not as good as Sandobe in NYC)
Our class was a great lecture this morning given by Tina. She was raised in Europe. Denmark to be exact. She’s AMAZING. I have a huge case of hero worship right now, and cannot wait to be able to post pics of this woman. She’s a living cartoon character. With style and funk and grace. I would TOTALLY drink the red kool aid if she told me to. Ker flop. SO FREAKING COOOL. After lecture, we did our work session. I had a seventy year old woman and did a great cut. I’ve taken pics of all the cuts and wil post them here when I can. Then we went to lunch, which was just a stupid flop. it was raining and no one wanted to “get wet” so everyone ate at Hooters, which is right under our school. It sucked. and WHY did I follow the crowd? I knew better. I was prepared for the rain. It was ok. but NOOOOOOOO I had to spend twenty stupid dollars on a crappy lunch. STUPID. I am trying to bless that and let it go. the sushi tonight was so good, it made up for it. but you’re damned crazy if you think tomorrow i’m not doing what I want! haha.
So back to our afternoon session, and it was mostly lecture, with a video presentation that outlined hair, hair dressing, hair styling from the fifties thru present time. As well as how all of that worked in with Vidal and his vision and his inspiration. It was cool. Mia Farrow. Rosemary’s Baby. classic Vidal. Then they, Tina and Sally did two haircut demos for us. Pretty cool. One was totally creative, cutting edge and dramatic. I wouldn’t be able to do it for another million years.I started taking pictures of her shoes. Really. She gets these shoes custom made when she’s in London or some other fabulous European place. Ker Flop. Kool Aid. Sally’s though, was one that I can see using in the salon. Commerical. It was nice. The afternoon really felt like it was dragging, though. We were all glassy eyed after that.
Back ot the room to check on Maegen, still yucky, then out to dinner, and here I am. All the girls are asleep, and I’m writing by the light of the laptop. Hopefully the sleeping pills will kick in and we can all rest.
Tomorrow….what will it bring? I want to venture out of the walking zone that I’ve been in…I’d like to see more. Next year, I’m coming early so I can go into Bev Hills and melrose and sightsee a bit. But this year, I’m doing what I need to do. Learning ways to make me more money this year so I can stay longer next year.
I’m kind of blabbering. I’ll close with this quote from Vidal himself:
“Haircutting simply means design. And design comes from within.”