As we get older, we tend to become more set in our ways. We also sometimes become so used to doing certain things — like packing for vacation — that we become increasingly careless about them. Case-in-point: my trip to Disney World. Having packed up my entire life into a suitcase and flown across the country at least 4 times a year for 4+ years, you would think that by now I would have a routine, and would be able to toss the necessary items in my suitcase the morning of, and go. Apparently this is not true — though I have thoroughly convinced myself otherwise. On my way to Disney World I forgot my specs (prescription eyewear). On my way back to New York, my Bumble & bumble grooming crème. Without it, my hair is a disastrous explosion that is impossible to tame and makes me look as though I belong on Fraggle Rock.
With the grooming crème, however, I am transformed into a member of West Life, or BBMak, or (insert generic British boy band here). After I step out the door in the morning, of course, the elements seize it, wrestle with it, and I end up looking less like a remnant of the 90s and more like, well, a New Yorker. So it all works out for the best, you see, and this is why I’ve developed a dependency on Bumble & bumble.
So when I left my product at the Disney Boardwalk Inn, I was, needless to say, devastated. I spent all last week wearing a hat or a hood if I could — and I am not a hat person. I tried using the product that’s been in the back of my bathroom cabinet since my sophomore year of college, but it gave me nightmares in which my hair fell out in chunks. So when Friday finally showed it’s cheery face and I heard that ka-ching drop into my bank account, I popped up to the East 56th Street salon to pick up a replacement tube. (Some of Bumble & bumble’s products are carried by Duane Reade or CVS — no such luck with my grooming crème.)
Would that I could go to the Bumble & bumble salon to get my hair cut every 5 weeks! Unfortunately, it’s a bit out of my price range at the moment — about $90 for a man’s trim and shape-up. Not that it isn’t worth it, of course. A friend once gifted me a Bumble & bumble gift card for about half the amount of a cut. Hands down the best hair styling experience of my life. In one of the spacious changing rooms you swap your shirt for a robe to avoid getting hair trimmings all over your clothes, just prior to getting your wash by a shampoo/conditioner specialist whilst sitting in a massage chair. As you wait for your stylist, you sit on the sofa or one of the lounge chairs by the barista counter and have an espresso, or tea, if that’s more to your liking. Your stylist — well, if yours is anything like mine, they are intent on taking what you want from your hair, and giving you the best possible version. It’s truly fabulous.
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