Best. Salon. Ever.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my stylist?

I also love my salon. I love my stylist and my salon enough to go way out to Adams Morgan (home of no nearby Metro stop) to get there. Which I did on Tuesday.

Tuesday was a long day. I worked for 10 hours and then rode Metro to a bus stop to the salon, and then had to wait a bit for my stylist. While waiting, I flipped through a highly amusing coffee table book called Bad Hair, and then leaned my head back on the chair and closed my eyes a bit.

And then the receptionist offered a beer to the other person in the waiting room.

Huh?

I opened my eyes and blinked. Then the receptionist said, "How about you? Can I get you an Amstel Light or a Perrier?"

If I hadn't been so exhausted (or had any idea what Amstel Light tastes like -- I'm not much of a beer connoisseur), I might have taken the beer. But instead I took them up on the Perrier, which, despite my general aversion to fizzy plain water with no sugar involved, was admittedly pretty refreshing.

I said to the other customer, "I should come to the 7 o'clock appointments more often!" to which she replied, "Nah, I've been here at 10 in the morning and they've still offered me a beer."

I have to say, that's pretty phenomenal customer service...and it fits right in with the edgy, alternative feel of the place (where you can get your hair dyed any color of the unnatural rainbow as Swedish death metal plays on the loudspeakers).