Kurt's flight was scheduled for 6pm in the evening, so just to be safe, we planned to start walking the suitcases to the station at 1pm. We spent the morning packing and getting things ready. It's really crazy how much your belongings spread out over just 1 week! Although to be fair it was mostly retrieving his few things out from under my piles of junk. ><
The walk back to the station with the bags wasn't as bad as when we first walked to the apartment, since we only had to carry half as much as we did back then. We made it to Takadanobaba, and then to Shinjuku in good time. The trains were even relatively empty, due to it being the afternoon on a weekend, which was nice cuz it's a lot more stressful trying to drag your bags through irritable Japanese people.
There was a spot of confusion when we got to the Narita Express platform, since there didn't seem to be anywhere to get tickets. Apparently you reserve them in advance, at the Midori no Madoguchi (The Green Windows), but since we hadn't and since there was a bit of a line, we missed the train that Kurt was going to take, and got scheduled for the next one. :( Fortunately we'd planned for that possibility and it would still leave him with enough time to make the flight. Hung around the platform for half an hour, and then loaded up the train....
Byebye Kurt-kun! :( Putting on a brave face even though it is sad to leave Japan. Ittekimasu! |
So I had to keep track of time because, if you remember, back when I got my haircut, I made an appointment with the stylist to come back and get some additional stuff done. My appointment was set for today at 5, so at around 4 I packed up and ran home for a quick shower and then ran back to the station for the appointment.
From what I had discussed with him, he'd said that the bottom of my haircut was a bit too "flouncy", since it hit right about at shoulder length, and kind of deflected off my shoulders funnily. To fix that, he recommended curling the bottom slightly, and since he'd done such a bang up job with the cut, I said sure why not! I stupidly did not ask how much this would cost, as I was led to believe by one of their flyers that it would be relatively inexpensive.
Most of you have already heard how this ultimately turned out, as I've cried, bitched, and bemoaned the outcome to anyone and everyone with two willing ears. :) The perm process took about 3 hours, and they washed my hair literally 3 times. At one point I looked like I had a fro, there were soooo many things sticking out of my hair! It was actually really hilarious and I'm sad that I didn't have the foresight to bring my camera to my seat to take a picture. They painted my hair with a solution (to relax the protein bonds of your hair, I think), then curled it up with like old school 60s curlers, then plugged wires into each of the curlers. The wires were hooked up to a heating machine, that when turned on, would cause the curler to disseminate heat throughout the curled up hair. Each curler got covered with insulating material so as not to burn my scalp, and then they willy nilly stuck in these corn on the cob looking plastic things, also to keep from burning me accidentally.
It was hilarious, my hair was HUGE.
Anyway that was the extent of my fun for the evening though, the rest was super tedious. Lots of hair drying and sitting around and hair washing.
It's kind of cool to see the interactions around the salon, though. Like every other job in Japan, there is a strict pecking order within every salon, with seniority determined by length of time working at that salon. As I watched, I could begin to pick out who had worked there longer, and who the newbies were that had to run chores for everyone else. My charming stylist was apparently one of the more senior members, since even though he was nice enough to me, he sort of barked orders at the others, who handed him curlers, rubber bands, and whatever else he needed. Mostly it was done in silence though, and they had to anticipate what he wanted next. If they guessed wrong, he'd sigh or click his tongue at them. It did seem a little harsh but such is the nature of Japanese work relationships. :/ Particularly in the beauty industry, I've heard that "bullying" is particularly severe. I don't think they mean wrong by it though, it's more that they feel like the newbies won't learn unless they're treated strictly. Kind of like hazing.
Anyway throughout the course of the next 3 hours, my hair was touched by almost every single person in the salon. It was kind of like a reverse petting zoo.
I did start getting worried, wondering how much this was gonna cost me. :( If only I had checked before I started the process, I certainly never would have gone through with it. At the end when I went to pay, I was completely floored by the price. I should have known. Perms are expensive, and it should have been more suspicious to me that the prices on the flyers were so cheap. Anyway I paid but I swear that my lesson has been learned, as I still am feeling very very guilty about it. :(
I slunk out of the building and went to drown my sorrows in salmon, next door. :) I guess the solution to guilt over spent money isn't usually to spend more money, but all things considered sushi is pretty cheap here, not too unhealthy, and one of the only things it's considered "normal" to eat, alone. It was quite nice though, reading my book, eating sushi, with a brand new look. I don't know. I will try to be positive about it. ^^v
Anyway I keep going back and forth on the perm. On one hand, I have to agree the bottom looks better. But on the other hand, curls and frilliness just aren't me, and I don't have the personality or wardrobe for that girly look. Plus I am intrinsically biased against that girly thing. I do feel like the way it was before the perm fit "me" a lot better. This person barely looks like me. :)
Still, they did a great job. And now I'll know how I would look as a lamb.
Maaaaaa.