When you have high hopes

Have you ever planned for something, and then when it didn't work out you were far more distraught by it not happening than you should of been, simply because you'd planned on it?

On Tuesday I had an appointment for a haircut at this nice Aveda salon. They have a "New Artist" side, and a "more experienced artist" side of their salon. The new artists have all been doing hair for years, but are just doing a master's program at Aveda. So getting a cut from a new artist is really affordable, with the added bonus that you don't have to endure the SuperCuts kind of experience to get your hair done. The other stylists are all priced higher, based on experience.

So I need a haircut. I need one bad. In fact, everyone in my entire family needs a haircut. We're all wearing hair long enough so as to not need hats in the cold. In fact, for a while now I've been calling Doc my own "Dr McDreamy", and he confided this week that one of his other classmates has also started referring to his longer locks by calling him "McDreamy". He has promised me that we can do a styling session and use product on it some night, and then take pictures before he cuts it, since he's never had hair this long before, and isn't likely to have it this long anytime in the near future. You can bet I'll keep you posted on that.

But I digress.

So I made the appointment. I was so exited to go. I got there, put on my smock, and then for some reason, felt inspired to just casually ask, to, you know, verify that they had indeed scheduled me with a new artist...only to find out that actually, I was scheduled with a regular (expensive) stylist. She was considerably more spendy than I was willing to pay for a haircut. They didn't have any new artist openings that day. As this was no April Fools joke, I left without my haircut. And then suddenly it seemed like my hair was simply MUCH MUCH worse than I think it would have seemed, had I not been anticipating finally getting that cut.

But on the way home I stopped by the Salt Lake Running Company, and they video taped me running and fitted me for some shoes that will hopefully make my efforts to become a runner successful`...or at least possible. I know that the shoes are only part of the key to it. But if I sustain injuries, you can be sure I won't be successful, so I bit the bullet and bought the shoes, and hope I can stack the odds of success in my favor.

So pardon me now, but I'm on a layover in NYC at the moment, and if I'm going to get a run in at all today, I have to go now. Because not only do I still have to deal with my aforementioned HAIR, but for the rest of the day I'll be on a plane full of people, who hopefully won't all decide to vomit a lot. Like everyone who ate at the cheap "all you can eat" buffet in Las Vegas on their way to the airport last night. You might as well have just renamed the place "Vomit Airlines". It takes a lot to really gross me out, but it was bad.

Toodles!