"My own personal tragedy will not interfere with my ability to do good hair"

I got a much-needed haircut today and I took Anna with me. She got to meet my stylist, Dean, his partner and a few of the salon employees. I just adore Dean. He's always pushing me just a tad out of my comfort zone. For instance, like today, I went in, asking for a bob and he pushed my boundaries a bit and suggested "stacking" the back. So now, I have a really chic haircut (think Posh, but not quite as severe) that is much more interesting than what I thought I wanted. He's also very warm and personable. He's a hugger, so you get a hug when you get there and a hug before you leave.

Overall, Anna Claire did really well, until Dean began blowing my hair dry. She hates the blow dryer, with the heat of 1000 suns, so she freaked out a bit to see a strange man, holding this loud contraption up to Mommy's head. In the end, I walked out with a cool new 'do, the gushing compliments of several gay men (Man, I really need a whole gaggle of gay men to follow me around, issuing complements all day long. How good would that be for one's self-esteem?) and a reasonably happy baby.