What do these 4 people have in common?

I swear to God they work at the hairdresser I was at last week.

On Wednesday night my hair looked like this:

By late Thursday, my hair was transformed to this:

I should be too embarrassed to tell you how much my hair cost — $215 (yes, I could buy an iPod for that price). I went to a fancy place in Newtown; my first foray into a “proper” hairdresser.

This place was insane — white decor, doof-doof music playing, wine on offer to clients, the works. It was like being on the set of Ugly Betty.

I was feeling awkward enough wearing thongs with my work outfit (hot look, rah!) and sitting in this pristine salon DID NOT HELP.

And the staff — I cannot begin to tell you how much fun I had eyeing them off. So many characteristically camp boys and girls wearing little outfits. The guy answering the phones looking like Russell Brand was the most fun, unsurprisingly!

But homigod they did such a good job with my hair, I’m now trying to work out how I can afford to go back next time.