hair

One of the big moves I made during my trip to Massachusetts was coloring my hair. Purple.

Okay, so it's "medium brown," and you're all going, what the hell's the difference? Well, people, as much as I don't like to admit it [ha], the white hairs on the top of my head were getting to me, not to mention the ones in the back of my head that I couldn't even see without multiple mirrors. I decided, after much deliberation, that highlights just aren't the way to go. Last year when I had them done, everyone told me how great my hair looked, etc., but when I look at pictures now (the two that I allowed to be taken of me), it seems the highlights just made me look older. So brown it is. I like it. It's a bit darker, but if you weren't looking for it, you'd probably not notice. Of course, if you were looking for my whites, as I do every morning out of sheer habit, you'd certainly notice.

In other hair news, on Saturday night Hillary and I went out to a bar to see an 80s hair band called Aquanett. Yes, that's two t's folks. It was high-larious. A bunch of thirty-somethings banging their heads to Bon Jovi and Aerosmith and Led Zeppelin (one p or two?). The people-watching itself made it worth it. True to high school form, Hillary ran into old boyfriends while I stood there like a stinkin' wallflower.

But at least I wasn't plucking any whites that night.