God, even the mall food court offerings are fucking delicious. Great tonkatsu in under three minutes, what could be bad about that.
The reason for my mall adventure? I only get my hair cut about once a year, ever since I moved from Ithaca and waved bye-bye to the best stylist ever, aka my bestie Meredith. (I’m also very lazy). So I figured why not take the haircut plunge in HK? And boy do they know how to cut hair in Hong Kong!
A really cute guy shampooed my hair twice (!) and conditioned for about 25 minutes total, so I think it was the longest shampoo I’ve ever received in the history of shampoos. It was exquisite. Then another equally cute guy (every stylist in this salon was a guy?) took over and cut my hair like a sexy wizard, while trying to convince me to get a new-school “perm,” which is all the rage in Hong Kong. (No, not this kind of perm). Basically, super pretty girls perm their hair to have that permanent “messy-wavy” look, and the effect is really subtle and actually very pretty. He tested it out on me with a curling iron and I love the soft look but ultimately it’s just too beauty queen for my taste. That’s the thing about my hair, even when I get six inches lopped off, it still manages to appear insane.
(Photos of my last traumatic haircut for comparison, here).