Ski School Stacey... sounds like a porn title.

I use to be a ski instructor way back in the day.
Our name tags read: Ski School {Name}.
I made the comment that it sounded like a porn title. I was 16 at the time and I think I caught a lot of people off guard with that comment. For weeks we'd giggle when someone would look at our name tag.

Now I'm Bartender QSW.

In an exciting minute I went from doing one or two bartending shifts on a Sunday (dead time) evening, to bartending on a Saturday (crazy busy) night.
A little bit of that "whoa" feeling you get when you drop down that first hill on a rollcoaster.

Yet, thrilling all the same.

Apparently, my boss feels I'm ready. I'll be working right along side him as well. Luckily, LeggyBlonde will be working behind the bar with me and I'll have someone to say, "It's ok that this is the 19th glass you've broken, I'm sure Magic has still broken more than you, just maybe not in the same night.
At least, thats what I believe she will say.

In other news I got my hair cut.

I went shorter than usual and I think it turned out amazing.
Phillip the hair dresser is one of the most amazing hair styliest I've ever met. I have volume to my hair. He doesn't use a razor to cut it. He doesn't make my scalp burn. And at the end of the hair cut, he said, "You could probably just use this one product to make your hair look really good."

One product.

Not fifteen.

And he was right.

That stuff is amazing. So little is used each time as well. I love Aveda. I love Phillip. I love my hair.

The end.