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.