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| - I like to think of myself as a guy's guy. I like going off-roading, grilling raw hunks of meat, not talking much, hiding my feelings -- you know, man stuff.
For years I have been going to a Russian guy with a thick accent and a penchant for showing me inappropriate pictures of his girlfriend. He's odd and has terrible taste in women, but he's cheap, so every once in a while when I think of it, I pop by and get chopped.
My wife has mocked me for years, comparing the results to "the flailings of a blind weed-whacker", but hey, as I said, I'm a guy. What do I care what my hair looks like?
With that said, our anniversary was approaching and I thought I might do something new and try to spruce up for our big night out.
Well, that's not entirely correct. My wife suggested that my head looked like a hay-stack without the charm and symmetry and "if you expect to go out with me looking like that, you've got another thing coming."
I, completely of my own volition and under no pressure whatsoever, decided to go with a friend's recommendation and book an appointment with Wendi at the Focal Point Salon.
Entering any establishment with the word "Salon" in the name is grounds for losing one's "Man Card", but what did I care if it could make my precious bit of sunshine happy?
With trepidation and no small reluctance, I set my mouth into a grim line and drove the few miles to the Focal Point Salon, hoping that I wouldn't come out smelling like flowers or carrying a purse.
The guy and girl at the front desk were friendly and professional, offered me a drink, and told me Wendi would be ready for me in just a few minutes.
I suppose I could describe the pleasant atmosphere, the friendly people, the arm massage (seriously -- a girl comes over and massages your arm with lotion), but the important piece of the puzzle and the lead I've buried is Wendi.
She's fantastic.
She's friendly without being nosy, skilled without being flashy, and and has an instinctive ability to make you look your best.
I didn't know what I wanted and told her to just use her best judgment.
"Make me look good," I said, chuckling to myself at the futility of the request.
Somehow, she did. For about $40 bucks, she took the mess on the top of my head and made it look like it was intentional and stylish.
She didn't rush, but she didn't meander either, and it makes sense because her whole day was booked up. The only reason I got her on short notice was that she'd had a cancellation.
Before I knew it, we were done and I was out the door, none the worse for wear and a new convert.
All-in-all, it was a great experience and I have nothing but the highest recommendation for Wendi and the Focal Point Salon.
Five Stars. Book Wendi -- she's awesome and won't show you creepy pictures of lumpy Russian women.
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