March 23, 2006
He's a Magic Man
Ha! Now you'll be singing "... mama... he's a magic maaaan..." for an hour. Whoops!
But he is magic. And next time you're in Los Angeles, you should make an appointment for the magic, too. I love getting my hair cut with Aharon (pronounced like "Aaron," but spelled so much cooler) because he works his magic while also exuding so much cuteness.
Aharon's assistant Aneta is one of the nicest people you'll meet, and she was rockin the Deborah Harry/Blondie look yesterday:
I don't get my hair cut on a frequent basis because of the evil (yet good) Budget Of Stop Spending Money. But it's my one splurge every few months, and Aharon is the one person I have found who makes me feel like a million bucks ... even if I walk in feeling like a buck fifty. If you're ever in Crazytown and you want to meet this Magic Man and have him work his voodoo on your hair, he's at:
Umberto Beverly Hills
416 N Canon Dr
Beverly Hills, CA 90210
Then later, you can drive around with the windows out of your Jeep (or in a rented convertable, it's Crazytown!) in the middle of the day, wearing the most ginormous sunglasses on the planet and pretending to be a washed-up child star from the '70s.
Not that I know anyone who does that, of course.
Someone is suspiciously devoid of bangs. Ahem.
Posted by laurie at March 23, 2006 7:36 AM