Hairdresser and a sushi night *** Juuksuris ja sushit tegemas

I absolutely adore visiting the hairdresser—there's something magical about the way your hair feels so soft and weightless afterward, leaving you feeling like a million dollars, pampered and cared for. However, I must say, in Ireland, the cost can be a tad steep compared to Estonian prices. A color and cut session for long hair can easily set you back around 200 euros here. My Irish colleague opts for salons outside Dublin and manages to save a small fortune. Personally, I tend to wait until I'm in dire need of a trim or a fresh look, taking advantage of my visits back home to Estonia (last time I got highlights for a mere 5 euros). It's been almost six months since my last appointment, so this Saturday, I finally decided to remedy that.

Stepping into the salon in Bray, I didn't have to wait long before I was attended to—color and cut, exactly what I needed. I opted for three tones of highlights. As she worked her magic on my hair, I lost myself in a good book, completely forgetting my surroundings. Turns out, so did the hairdresser once she finished. I was relieved I hadn't opted for an all-out blonde look; otherwise, I would've been left with a head of yellow locks by the time she remembered to check on me! Eventually, I had to nudge her to see if my time was up. With the foils removed and a quick wash, I hit the jackpot—the scalp massage I had been longing for!

At first, everything seemed to be going swimmingly. I reclined, resting my neck and head in the sink, but what began as a relaxing treat soon turned into a torturous ordeal. The lady handling my hair pulled and tugged so forcefully that I couldn't help but cry out in pain—apologies followed, but the hair cruelty persisted. The scalp massage that followed felt more like a wrestling match—my head resembled the wolf's in the "Nu pagadi" cartoon, being squeezed like a ripe watermelon. To add insult to injury, her fingernails grazed my forehead, drawing blood. It seemed she had a peculiar love for her job! The ordeal continued as she vigorously applied conditioner, even resting the shower head on my forehead, pushing it in with force. Numb from the experience, I patiently awaited the end of the session, which mercifully arrived as I stood up and walked out of the washing room.

I must admit, the cut and color turned out fabulously, and the gentle blow-dry nearly lulled me to sleep. But it'll be another six months before I dare to visit a hairdresser again.

The sushi night with friends later that evening was a blast. While my sushi-making skills weren't quite up to par in terms of aesthetics, they more than made up for it in taste. With five artists in the kitchen, each creating their own unique rolls, the variety was endless. Note to self: go easy on the wasabi—it's a fiery experience you won't soon forget! And if you value a peaceful night's sleep, steer clear of ghost stories after dinner.

Oh, and I learned the hard way that a bottle of white wine spells trouble the next day—hello, hangover!

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Juuksuris käin ma harva. Mitte sellepärast, et mulle ei meeldiks - väga meeldib. Aga see on Iirimaal nii kulukas. Pikad juuksed pesta, lõigata, värvida - 200 eurot ja peale. Lihtsalt pesu ja föönitamine ilmselt sinna 100 kanti. Igatahes, see laupäev otsustasin rahakoti lõugu laksutada ja läksin juuksurisse.

Küsisin 3 tooni triipe ja lugesin põnevat raamatut kui juuksur mu pea juures toimetas. Saatis mu ootele, et värv kinnituks. Ma muudku lugesin ennast unustavalt ja unustas ka tema. värv jäi liiga kauaks pähe. aga midagi halba ei juhtunud. Halvaks läks siis kui Hiinlasest assistent mul pead pestes juukseid kakkuma hakkas ja duhsiotsiku mulle otsaette muljus (sõnaotseses mõttes oli punane lohk otsaees) :D. Palju õnne Sirli. Naudi. Ei aidanud ka mu hädine ai karjatus. Ei, kui siia tooli istusid, siis siia sa ka ilmselt jääd :D. Ta tõesti teeb oma tööd truult ja hardumusega, ei ole tema süü, et ta nii tugev on :P. Minu üllatuseks jäin ellu ja mu juuksed ka.

Föönisoengu tegu oli mõnus (oot, kes norskab...mina vist).. ja teate tulemus jäi super kena! Nüüd on jälle mingi aeg hooleta.

Sushi õhtu õnnestus sajaga. Kõigil viiel tulid vahvad ja maitsvad katsetused - tegime kõik erinevaid. Ja nõuanne ka - kui sa enne wasabit söönud ei ole, siis ära kuku seda kohe riisipadjale lahmima paksude kihtidena. Ma arvan, et mul tuli auru välja nii kõrvadest, ninast ku suust, kui ühe sellise põske pistsin. See süütu väljanägemisega roheline pasta on päris kange! Jaa, ja kui öösel magada tahad, siis pane kõrvad kinni kui sõbrad kummitustelugusid rääkima hakkavad. Ja kui jood üksinda terve pudeli veini ära, siis oled sa mitte alkohoolik, aga mõnus pohmaka meister!

Enjoy your weekend *** Ilusat nädalavahetust!