Goodbye two dollar corn dog nuggets!!

My favorite guy at Bishops seems to be ever so popular these days.  In fact,  he is so popular that when I go there I don’t just get a great haircut, I end up walking out of there with a great haircut along with a big side of “wasted” to go!  Not because of their complimentary bottles of MGD, but because I usually end up walking to one of the happy hours up the street while I wait for my stylist to be available and…You have to admit there is something about half priced booze and greasy goodness that makes you want to order everything on their menu just because it is $2.50!

Bartender:  Another vodka soda miss?

Me:  Hell yes!  How ’bout some more of those mini corn dogs while you’re at it? (diet? what diet?)

Bartender:  Along with your caeser salad, mountain of fries, potstickers, and prawns?

Me (in my head):  Do you not realize that everything on your menu is $2.50 and I will order all of it along with 49 vodkas just because I feel like im sticking it to the man when I buy fried food and alcohol for the meager price of $2.50??!!!

Sadly when it is time to pay the tab it is usually higher than the tab of a family of 5 eating at the Old Country Buffet because I got so overzealous with those goddamned mini corn dogs,  that I ordered the entire menu!!….TWICE!

Two months ago I did the unthinkable in hopes of avoiding the whole corndog/happy hour ordeal: I decided to let another Bishop’s employee cut my hair.  All I can say is that for the last two months I have been walking around looking like the Mexican version of Susan Powter!  (back when she didn’t have the hair extensions)  I have waited paitently for my hair to re-grow and for all of the choppy-ness to even out.  I have given up on Bishop’s and fighting 42 hipster douche bags  for  my one guy who knows what he is doing.  I have made a business decision  to visit  Nuoc Nam’s shop (Nuoc Nam is the nail lady who talks shit about me in her native tongue)  something that I never saw myself doing until a friend of mine was brave enough to allow Nuoc Nams sister do her hair which turned out quite amazing.

Last night I went to Sephora and I looked around for something that would help with making me look less homely and mom jean-ish.  I looked and looked but other than some blue nail polish and eyeliner I came out empty handed.

This Morning, still in my Pilates gear I marched in to Nuoc Nam’s shop telling her Sister I needed a new  look.

Less mom jean….more chic.  This is what she came up with:

No it’s not the killer from No  Country  for  old men!  It’s me!

I was acutally pretty happy with the end result.  Look’s like Sunday’s filled with mini corn dogs and dollar vodkas are over.  Watch  out Bishop’s!  There’s a new sheriff in town and her name is Nuoc Nom’s sister!