We went to the engagement party of our friends Jack and Amber last night, which was really nice. Before we went I decided to have an afternoon nap, because warm weather saps my energy reserves by a ridiculous amount. Doc was working on a paper and lost track of time, so I was expecting to be woken up in time for a light snack before getting ready to leave, and instead we had to go! Now!
I had already planned to wear a mini-dress I bought in the Philadelphia H&M, so I pulled that on and shoved my feet into my black low-top converse. All I had to do now was put on some make-up. Quickly! I was just applying blusher when Doc said "Don't you usually wear tights (American translation: Pantyhose) with that dress?" Yes, I did when I first got it in the Autumn, but it's too warm now. "Oh, Ok. Are you going to put on a belt?" No. And what the hell are you trying to say? Should I not wear this? I thought we were in a hurry, why are you double-guessing my wardrobe choices? Hmmm? Doc hurriedly explained that he hadn't meant a thing by it, that these were entirely innocent questions and that I looked very pretty.
However the biggest problem was now what to do with my hair. I hadn't put any styling products in that morning, and we didn't have time now; so, don't tell Jason, but I grabbed an Alice band to wrangle it into some semblance of a Do and we left. And that is why I attended a social gathering without hair product. Did I learn nothing from living with a hairdresser for 7 years?
It turned out to be much easier to handle my hair that way, so I thought perhaps I should reconsider my daily styling routine. The main problem is my right side starts going off at a tangent, so I thought I'd try flipping the parting from the left side to the right. That should make the right side less heavy, but it will also counteract the effect of driving with the car windows open. I may as well try to work with it rather than against it.
Of course Officially Pronounced Dead, lists Paul McCartney's hair parting jumping from the left to the right as one of the clues that he was replaced by an imposter in 1967. Don't worry though, even when my hair is parted on the right, I'm still me!
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