Give me lots of hair, long, beautiful hair...shining, gleaming, steaming flaxen waxen...

Just booked a hair show for this weekend. They were casting for this last week at a studio in SoHo; I waded through the rain and flipped my hair around for the Polaroid shot. I figured I'd get it; I usually get hair gigs. It's for both Saturday and Sunday, and we sit there all day while they style our hair in these outrageous, exotic, tribal updos with feathers and beads and doodads. Don't have to dress up or anything (which I LOVE)--tee-shirt and jeans are fine. They said to bring a book or music or something too. What fun! I guess I'll be finishing up Antonia Fraser's Mary Queen of Scots.