SF Trip Days 4, 5

Yesterday I spent most of the day in the Union Square area shopping. It was rainy, so I tried to stay inside the new Westfield Shopping Center (Centre) expansion. The new Bloomingdales is there, which was super fancy. Most of the day was a bust, except for my splurge on AG jeans that are way out of my budget. I am picking them up from getting altered tomorrow morning.

I got accosted in an Urban Outfitters of all places, regarding my hair. This Jeffrey Sebelia lookin' character came up to me and said: "I work at DiPietro Todd Salon, and I was wondering if you would like to be a hair model for me." I was like "well...sounds fun but I'm leaving Wednesday." He (Anderson) said "no problem it is tomorrow at 11, I wouldn't do anything bad, just clean up the back a bit, make your hair frame your face better." DiPietro Todd is one of the top, if not the top, salon in San Francisco, and this was a free hair cut. How could I say no? I couldn't, so I told him I'd see him at 11 on Monday. Weee! Although, I did say "so does this mean my haircut is awful?" and he said "no, it just needs a little repair" haha.

After shopping, Jake and I walked down to the Mission to eat at Puerto Alegre, my favorite Mexican restaurant. I had a chicken taco, cheese enchilada, and rice and beans. We split a pitcher of their famously strong margaritas. It was soooo good. My favorite host wasn't in however, which was sort of sad. I did get to hear some travelling mariachi musicians, one of my favorite parts of eating there. We returned home and watched 7 Up and 7 Plus Seven, those British documentaries about children from different backgrounds. I passed out during the second one.

This morning was the haircut. Anderson and his instructor, Kimmy (sp), cut my hair. Very. Slowly. I expected as much. It took 2.5 hours for them to do a different version of a graduated bob. Its a bit shorter, but its very cute, and they are right - it does make my face look better. Unfortunately I'm afraid to have to style it myself, I'm sure I won't be able to do it correctly. Guess I can never wash it again. The whole experience was really fun. I learned about my strange "growth patterns" on the back of my head and talked about how cliched it is for hardcore/punks to go into hair styling (Anderson is a total neck-tattoo type).

After the haircut I went to my old job and reunited with old coworkers and old students I used to boss around. It was strange being there, seeing people doing the same exact things they were doing 7 months ago. I'm not sure why I keep thinking everything has to be different. It was good to see them, but I realized that I didn't really miss them like I thought I did. They were excellent people to work with, good relief from my otherwise dull life, but I don't feel the need to come back in six months to say hi. It's good I'm learning all this, more proof that my move was the best decision I've ever made.

I left old job and bought some clothes on Haight St. Then we went to all you can eat pizza night at Goat Hill Pizza, in my old 'hood of Potrero Hill.

Tomorrow is my last full day here. I'm getting lunch (Sunflower again haha) with Leticia, picking up my altered fancy jeans, and buying stuff from Little Otsu (I want This Elephant t-shirt and this sweatshirt). Then it will be one more good dinner, one more good breakfast Wednesday, and I return to Chicago and to my little Audrey. She's apparently been a hyper little devil at Natalie and Matt's.

I'm excited to get back to Chicago and to my friends, but not excited to have to work again and take out the dog at 6 a.m. every day.