I bunked at Duana’s last week when I was in Toronto and Michelle came over one night late and somehow our super fun conversation degenerated into a John Mayer lovefest during which they tried to peer pressure me into appreciating him by playing me his song Comfortable.
They sat on the couch, two giggling adolescents, singing and reading along with the lyrics. This is when I left the room and went to work on my email. They really like his music. And I tried. But I don’t want to live there.
Anyway, John went for a haircut today at Sally Hershberger in New York. For ladies that can set you back $800 with the famed artist herself who is known for creating the coiffed signatures of Meg Ryan, Nicole Kidman, Renee Zellweger, Michelle Pfeiffer and more. Not sure if it’s cheaper for men but it’s a man who’s styling John so perhaps he’s not paying a fortune, although upon exiting, as you can see, the new ‘do does indeed look great. Same goes for a jacket. It’s a gorgeous jacket. Rick Owens?
Curious coincidence, Jessica Simpson is also apparently in NYC. He would totally bootycall that sh-t. And she still doesn’t have good friends around who would block her from opening up.
