Pink? wtf

Friday Five.
4:44, Denver time 

I flew into Denver yesterday for a wedding.  My little cousin Sarah, who I lived with in Denver many years ago, is getting married.  My little cousin is actually now normal sized Sarah - or skinny Sarah.  Or skinny Dr. Sarah.  Because she also turned into a doctor at some point.  Sheesh.  She's definitely grown up - when I lived with her family in Denver, Sarah was only six!

This morning, I slept til Denver 9 am.  Which of course in NY 11 am.  Whoa.  I cannot even think of the last time I slept til 11 at home or anywhere for that matter.  I think the bed and the covers and pillows are just comfy and cushy and it was really easy to not wake up.  When I did get up, I made my way to this salon to get a haircut/color.  So.  

It was quite possibly the worst haircut/color I've ever experienced.  I'm 98.7% sure the girl who "cut" and "colored" (I'll use those words loosely)  my hair was a big fat fraud/liar/not a real hair cutter.  I've probably spoiled myself.  I go to a great salon in NY, been a customer there for years, so I guess I'm kind of accustomed to a decent experience.

This girl was horrible.  My hair is a snitch pink.  It was supposed to blend into my normally streaky blondish hair.  So yeah.  Pink.

I will have to get into this more later.  I have to take my pink haired self to meet up with family I haven't seen in years.  Greeeeeeaaaaaat.

Time's up!   Happy weekend.