More often than not, the sitch played out like this:
Stylist: "Your hair's NEVER gonna look like this."
Well, great. Who do we make the $150 check out to again?
Finally finally! After constant CitySearching and stopping people in the street (thanks, you guys!), we have found our stylist. He's quick, innovative, and just the right amount of gay. Flitty, but not like he's trying to be flitty, you know? Unfortch, he's also in LA ...and now we're not.
Guess we're growing our bangs out, after all. We'll keep you bitches posted.