I’m In The Wrong Business!!!
Last Saturday I went to get a haircut because I needed to look pretty for a wedding I’m attending. Kate’s brother, Eugene, is getting married… Congratulations Eugene. Since my guy doesn’t take appointments and it’s a first come, first serve agreement, I had to wait around a bit for my turn.
I like to call Alfonso my barber, but he doesn’t work in a Barber Shop. He is the only male in a Hair Salon – does that make him my Stylist? Anyways, after checking Facebook on my phone without finding anything amusing, I decided to see if the “Barber shop” had any magazines that might keep me busy for a while. But the magazines that were available were not up my alley.
Since I already know there’s nothing useful in Cosmopolitan and Vanidades (Spanish magazine that is nothing but sex. 90% of the topics are “How to make your man scream your name in bed” or “How to make your man achieve the greatest orgasm he ever had.” I honestly don’t know how come you don’t need to be 18 to buy this thing. I digress again.) I decided to pick up Vogue instead.