Friday, September 22, 2006

Snobby Waiter, There's a Hair in My Egg Drop Soup

bumpkyn's lock of love, 9/21/06


Shave and a haircut...two bits! Yes, the braid was scheduled to be chopped on Wednesday night at the exclusive Bumble and Bumble Salon in NYC by one of their stylists-in-training, but alas, Bumpkyn was an alternate, and didn't make the cut, so to speak. "Did you tell them it's for Locks of Love for cryin' out loud?!?!" I cried out loud. At any rate, all of her hand-wringing was for not, though she did walk away with a free Bumble and Bumble product for her trouble--albeit not the full-sized version which was double the price of the products most people choose. She wasn't even going to take her free product out of disgust having been turned away, but I made sure she did, and of course, our taste being that it is, we chose the most expensive one. Then they insisted we could have a product of our choice, at their discretion. As the Human Resource Director at my old place of employment would say, "We got gypped."

This turned out to be a blessing in disguise for two reasons, however. One, we had some time to kill before my show and my still-long-haired friend and I decided to waltz into Spice Market, Jean-Georges's all too fabulous restaurant on the same block as the salon. I was in the mood to celebrate getting the axe and Bumpkyn's hair not getting the axe with a few over-priced, fancy house drinks (in this case a Ginger Margarita and a Pineapple Mojito) and a few deep fried items (spring rolls, samosas--both which were burped up silently throughout the evening to the delight of our companions) from the reputable menu. Did we have a reservation? No. Unheard of to just walk into a place like this, reservations having to be made months in advance.

But as luck would have it, the host gave us a great table in the front provided we leave by 7:15, and he complimented me on my necktie, "Wow, is that Paul Stuart?" I replied, "No, but I do have a Paul Stuart belt I'm putting on eBay--do you have a size 26 waist?" He was close. We had a great time being fabulous and being seen in and around other fabulous people who could actually afford the place, people who had no idea that we couldn't. Ah, to live like the rich for 45 minutes. It's worth eating oatmeal for a few weeks.

The second reason things were a blessing is that when Bumpkyn found another stylist to cut her braid for Locks of Love and give her a great haircut in it's stead, she was told that Bumble and Bumble's graduated bob (which was what was the topic of study that afternoon) was not the right cut for her. Long story short: She looks fabulous, and it was all for a good cause!

8 comments:

Creepy said...

Ginger Margarita and a Pineapple Mojito? Whatever happened to a standard margarita or mojito? Not to mention how many friggin different types of martinis there are now. What a pretentious world this has become.

I'll take a Jack Daniels on the rocks, please.

anne altman said...

never fear, we quickly chased those with a few beers

Just Dave said...

There is a little girl somewhere that will no longer be ridiculed by her classmates for her chemo-induced baldness, thanks to Bumpkyn. She has made the first step to sainthood.

anne altman said...

yay, bumpkyn! smile wide!

Bumpkyn said...

All this talk about my greatness makes me smile, wide! Ahh to chop the hair--it's a lot shorter but just dave, you are right--some little girl can now get her pigtails pulled (provided the wig is securely on her head!)

Creepy said...

Did you drink them out of those beers out of the bottle?

Just Dave said...

And the really cool thing is getting her pigtails pulled won't even hurt.

anne altman said...

no but only because they were poured for us. we usually bite the caps off ourselves and chug them straight from the bottle.