“You’re not good enough for my boy.”
July 5, 2003
WEDDING DAY!
Lisa wakes me up around 5am and tells me to get my butt in the shower while she makes some coffee. When I get out she goes to Dunkin Donuts to get us all some breakfast before Debbie the hairdresser shows up.
The morning is chaotic! Debbie is late because a client of hers wanted her hair done for a hospital procedure. Who does that? And why would she agree to that knowing about my wedding? She’s known me all of my life, I thought I would get a little special attention today.
Well, I guess we can eat while we wait. I only wish I had an appetite. I’m too nervous. I need alcohol and a cigarette.
Once Debbie finally arrives to do my hair I show her the picture from my trial with her last month of what I decided, so she can start.
Karolyn sits down at the table with me and tells me how great my hair is looking. Debbie thanks her, and then says she wonders if it should go higher. Karolyn nods her head in agreement and says, “Absolutely!” Go higher? What does that mean? My hair isn’t supposed to be high!?
A few minutes later Debbie tells me I’m done. I stand up and go to the mirror on the wall and gasp. I can feel the tears start to well up in my eyes. This is not what my hair is supposed to look like. I look like Cher in the movie “Mermaids”. Why do I have a beehive? I’m about to freak out. I run upstairs to the spare bedroom and call Jameson. Lily yells up to me asking if I’m okay. I yell down to her I’m fine. I don’t want her to come up here right now. We’re behind schedule and Debbie is supposed to do her hair next so we can go get our makeup done.
“Hello?”
“Hi babe.” I say, squeakily.
“Are you crying?” Jameson asks.
“My hair is so fucked up. I have a fuckin’ beehive! That’s not what I showed her! I told her to do what was in the picture and this is not at all what the picture looks like!”
“It’s okay hon, it’s gonna be okay. Just tell her you don’t like it and you want what you showed her in the picture.”
“Okay.”
“How is your morning going? Did you get any sleep?”
“Everything is fine here. I slept okay.”
Lily comes upstairs. She can see I’m upset. Her hair is done and looks great; a cute up-do just like she wanted. I told the girls I didn’t care what their hair looked like. They could do whatever they wanted.
“Babe, I gotta go. We have to head to get our makeup done.”
“Okay. I love you and I will see you at the church!”
“Okay. I love you too! Bye!” I tell him.
“Hillary, what’s wrong? You don’t like your hair, do you?” Lily asks.
“No, it’s fucking horrible! This is not what I wanted! This is not what I told her or what I showed her in the picture. She was listening to Karolyn, not me!” I shout.
“Don’t worry. Go smoke a cigarette and I will talk to Debbie. We’ll go get our makeup done and when we come back we’ll have her fix your hair. It will be okay, I promise.”
I hope she’s right.
When we walk out the door to get our makeup done Debbie promises me she will fix my hair when we come back and it will be perfect. She said not to worry. I’m trying to believe her.
Karolyn walks in as Lily is getting finished. Her hair looks cute too, and Jameson’s cousin Amy walks in behind her.
What the hell?
“Oh-my-god, what happened?” Lily asks Amy.
“She burnt my forehead with the curling iron.”
“What the fuck is up with your hair?” I ask.
“I don’t know. She asked me what I wanted, I told her I didn’t care. She said she had a cool idea and this is what she did.”
Amy stands in front of me with two twisted buns on either side of her head. She looks like an alien version of Princess Leia from “Star Wars”. I can’t even worry about Amy right now. I just want to get out of here and get my hair fixed. Thank God, I love my makeup.
Once Debbie is done with everyone she calls me back in the dining room. She doesn’t say a word while re-doing my hair; which is unusual for her, because normally she is a chatterbox queen. She just focuses on getting my hair right. It’s not exactly what I wanted to but it’ll have to do because there is no time left.
As soon as I run upstairs to put my dress on, the florist shows up with the flowers. They refuse to leave until I see the flowers and approve them. I have total faith in The Secret Garden Floral Shop, and don’t feel the need to approve them but I do. I appreciate the courtesy they have for me as a paying customer. They are gorgeous; everything is gorgeous. I love the white and red sox lilies in my bouquet. I love all of the different colors of flowers in the bridesmaids. There is a bright yellow sunflower in each bouquet, bright pink and orange Gerbera daisies, and a couple of very pretty African violets. I just love all of it!