Blonde ambition

One of my favorite ways to pamper myself at Foxwoods Resort and Casino is to visit the Grand Salon located on the 9th floor of the Grand Pequot Hotel.

I went there this afternoon with high hopes... being a blond again. I decided to do so now because of our wedding in March. My reasoning, if today was a complete disaster, hopefully I would be able to recover something by then.

What a lovely time I had! First of all, my stylist; Robin Cornele was an absolute doll. She was my cheerleader, my mad scientist and such wonderful company. I enjoyed the hours of conversation that took place.
I assure you, I did just say HOURS. This poor woman had to look at my face from about 10 am to approximately 1:30 pm when all was said and done. It took 4 times of applying things I am not nearly educated enough on in order to properly discuss. I believe she called it a "white wash", mixed with things like conditioner and water. Several sits under the dome dryer, (is that what that is called? lol) multiple applications of conditioner and washing me out in the sink.
I think her insistence on the conditioner is what mostly saved my hair.

I could tell she was hesitant to apply it that one last time but I kind of pushed her my way lol The ends just held so much of that red in them! Never again with the fucking red...
We were both dripping with anticipation in her final blow out as it lightened in front of our eyes. She had done it, she finally got the tips to match the roots!

Put it this way, I was there so long, she had to leave me under the dryer while she had a wash and blow dry scheduled with another client lol

On top of all this, she gifted me a coupon. The color correction would have amounted $200.00, with her coupon it rang up $160.00. Which while the born bargain hunter in me was absolutely thrilled to no end, unfortunately I only had $146.00 in my pocket... Shit!

They were so awesome about it, they let me run down and find Brad for a few more dollars.
I was freaking out the whole time. I ran down to the Sunset Ballroom but they were on break, double shit! So I ran all the way up to our MGM suite, still no Brad. Try to dial out of the room cause he had the cell phone... we paid in cash so the phone was not turned on due to no credit card on file. All of a sudden, this is not looking good.
I tear wildly through some dirty pants and score a handful of change, mostly quarters for the payphones outside the ballroom.

So out the door I run, and when I say "run" I exaggerate nothing. Past housekeeping who is hounding me on whether or not we want services today... up the flight of stairs next to the escalators where the zombies are enjoying their scenic stationary ride up. Run through the hallways to get back to Foxwoods and down to the Sunset Ballroom where I am looking for a white hat and a black hooded sweatshirt in a sea of mean who I hadn't noticed until that exact moment, dressed shockingly similar. I still can't find Brad!

Finally! He comes to me (wearing his BLACK hat and black hooded sweatshirt) from being seated far in the corner with a big grin on (the nerve, I am a wreck!) as I am ready to leave and beat the shit out of these pay phones, gnarled claw still gripping this handful of now hot change... I tell him what is up, he quickly throws me a couple $20.oo's a kiss and notifies me that he has to return to his seat, that he is missing hands. He would run up to the room and see me at the next longer break in about an hour. I was completely oblivious to the fact that the last break he had been on his way to the room while I was on my way to him...

So I head back to the Salon, settle the remaining balance thank them all for understanding and apologize incessantly. I got Robin Cornele's business card where she had written down her hours, gave her a big hug and thanked her. It seemed she wasn't worried in the least, she is so cool. The only thing she was concerned with was did Brad like it lol which he really did.
I wasn't sure if $26.00 was a good tip, hopefully I didn't offend her. She worked her ass off for it.

Anyhow, thanks again Robin. You're the best!
Here are the results of our adventure:





and here is a before so you can be reminded of how far we've come.