I got my hair done last Saturday and everyone who knows me has had to suffer as a result. I went to the salon with images of auburn/red locks with flecks of gold high lights. I left with brown/brown hair and yellow stripes.
After several hours/days of unadulterated vanity (i.e. frowning in the mirror, taking pictures of the horror, complaining to friends, texting aforementioned horror-filled pictures to my sister) I decided to call my stylist and see what we could do about the situation.
She was more than happy to oblige and now I've got some hairs that I can live with for a couple months before I go back in and radically change things up. (A note: When I say "radically change things up" I actually mean "make minor tweaks that nobody else but me will notice").
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After getting my hair squared away I met with soon to be former coworkers at
Clever Bottle which is where those candlelit pictures were snapped. Sadly I could only enjoy the company, ambiance, beverages, and delicious soft pretzels for a brief moment. I had to jet early because...
Last night I had a date...
A pathetic date.
An oh so
very pathetic date
.
Let me tell you, if the use of bold and italic letters didn't give it away, I'm not using the words "very pathetic" lightly here. The entire two hours were just plain sad.
Unbeknownst to me, my suitor was in the middle of a divorce which he was clearly not over and
definitely wanted to talk about. I had hoped he got his ranting out of his system after the first time he mentioned the "D-word" and gave met the low-down (that I did not ask for). So, when it appeared he was done, and in an effort to change the subject, I asked a seriously innocuous question...
Me: So do you have a kindle you're bringing on your long plane flight tomorrow?
Him: Ugh... ... I don't have custody of the kindle.
... ... A simple "no" would have sufficed. Instead this innocent e-reader question prompted him to spill his entire sob story to me... again. But this time with more feeling (a.k.a. swear words).
Oh yeah, he then asked for a ride home. Fine. Whatever. It's cold out. I'll give the poor guy a ride home. In the car he proceeded to point out his ex-wife's place of employment before asking if I'd like to go out again.
Dummy.
Oh well. I got a free beer out of it. I win?
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Which brings me to my next point...
all of Seattle wins today. It's SUNNY! A sunny day in January is, in my humblest of all opinions, the most precious gift there is! In celebration I made a mix o' music that I so cleverly entitled "
Sunny Day in January". Listen and enjoy!
When They Fight, They Fight
- Generationals
Shangri-La -
YACHT
Ivy & Gold -
Bombay Bicycle Club
Afternoon -
Youth Lagoon
Please -
Nellie McKay
Folding Chair -
Regina Spektor
Two Shoes
- The Cat Empire
Waiting For My Chance to Come -
Noah And the Whale