I consulted my handy "Bangkok Guide" and found this place only about 20 minutes (on foot) from our house called "Panipa." I can't remember this name for the life of me and have had to look it up three times now in the writing of this post. Anyway. I decided I couldn't deal with my hair any longer so today was the day I was gonna take the plunge. It sounds stupid but I was absolutely terrified to have my hair cut here. I didn't know how well the people would be able to speak English or cut "Western" hair.
I get there and the door is effing locked. Yeah. It's one of "those" places. I had to ring a doorbell. I must've passed inspection since someone let me in. I walk through the door and the whole place just turns to stare. Then I sit down and tell them what I want done (they actually knew excellent English and got what I meant when I said, "Yeah I want it stacked up in the back and bobbed down on the sides. And also I want it very red." But they must not get a whole lot of curly-haired women in there. EVERY single woman who works in there had to come by and touch my hair and mumble something in Thai which I approximated to mean, "Who's the sorry SOB who has to deal with that mop?" And they kept asking me, "PERM?" NO! Then I think they wanted to give me "another perm." For chrissakes.
Then I told them the hair color I wanted and I thought they were all gonna flip. They're like, "You want to go that dark of red. ALL OVER YOUR HEAD?" Yes! I do!
Then one woman rinses my hair, another woman brushes my hair, yet another woman brings me coffee, and finally someone comes over to cut my hair (you can understand why I was puzzling as to how in the hell I would tip for this shit). I actually love the cut. I assumed this same woman would be coloring hair, but nope! Wrong again. THREE different women came over, put a base red in my hair (yes three women were putting color in my hair at once....it was effing chaos) and then they blow dryed the shit out of it for like 15 minutes. Until I almost had to say....HEY. STOP. MY SCALP IS BURNING HERE. Then they put another color on it and let me sitting there, without saying a word, for 40 minutes. Then someone else rinses my hair, and yet another woman comes over to "style" me. I don't have my glasses on so I don't know what the fuck is going on. Half an hour latter, I put my eyes back on and see that I temporarily have perfectly straight hair. I hardly recognized myself.
On the way home, some Thai guy looked at me and said, "Cool!" So I guess it looks alright.