Blow

I was invited to this  Gala Dinner: The opening of a center for art and culture, the first and only one in Beverly Hills. The guest-list was very impressive: Brad Pitt, Robert Redford, Jodie Foster, Kevin Spacey and so forth.
I was well prepared, beautiful dress, incredibly high shoes, the only thing I didn’t think of was my hair.
Usually I wouldn’t bother at all but this is California. The mecca of perfect hair.
Anne Philippi told me about these Blow Dry Bars in L.A.  They don’t cut, just style. I booked an appointment at the closest BDB straight away:
MyBlow. LA. “We blow for just 35$!”
That sounded very convincing.

The blow ladies all look like TV.
Leaving the blow station 40 minutes later I looked more Californian than Kim Kardashian. Back at the hotel I desperately tried to get rid of the five times increased volume. With water.
Not long after I stood between some ladies, a little older than me, with perfect hair, perfect noses and very colorful dresses. And the decoltées a little too wide open.
All this stress and excitement and now this.