For the past two days, I have had straight hair. This is an amazing feat given DC is a swamp right now, and well, I have curly ass hair.
And yes, I got my hair did on Friday night. This involves three hours of work. One hour spent with my hairstylist to determine what 'look' we want, to create the hair dye and to place a ton of tin foil in my head. And if you have never had highlights, visualize Medusa but with tin foil, not snakes. One hour spent waiting for my highlights to take hold and then for my stylist to complete the dude's haircut appointment she conveniently placed in between mine. And one hour spent straightening my hair. Don't laugh. It involves using a massive amount of products, drying my entire head of hair with a straight brush and then finally, straight-ironing the whole mop. Final product -- Beeeyooutifffulll. :-) And the best part is it lasts for three whole days.
If you are lucky enough to have Lindsay's hair, see above, which doesn't take hold of the smoke smell, largely because NYC doesn't allow you to smoke in bars, it lasts four days. Beeyotch. But hey, at least she is stuck with the curls too. It's a complete bonding factor. Come to think of it, it was Lindsay who introduced me to a diffuser... so I take back the Beeyotch comment, she might as well be my sister, aka Sissy!
Hope everyone had a great weekend. I know I did, enjoying smoke-free straight hair!!
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I highly doubt anyone looking at this picture is admiring my HAIR. More likely, he or she is wondering what these two classy broads are doing tossing their arses around while atop a glass banquet... And so, for anyone who is curious, I will explain. You see, on this particular evening, sissy and i decided that sharing our signature dance routine (i.e. step-touching and butt-bumping with a selection of various Carmen Electra strip tease moves, all in a highly choreographed and well-practiced order) was a fabulous idea. It had been a while since our last performace as I'd moved to NY from DC, not to mention Sissy had a hot new dress she wanted to show off and I, well, I think I just wanted more room. Looking back, I am quite impressed by the balls we seem to grow when we are together. Curly haired comrades, that's us! And as far as I'm concerned, everyone that night - except perhaps the poor soul below us who waited patiently as he got vodka tonic spilled all over him - appreciated it. Most especially me! I love you, sissy!
somehow don't think he cared about the spilled vodka.
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