In the past two days, I’ve learned the following:
It takes approximately 90 minutes and 42 curlers to get my hair ultra curly
I learned that even when I’ve slept on those curlers all night, my hair still won’t be dry. Even after blow drying it.
Also, it takes a lot less time to unroll than roll.
I learned that it takes about 39 bobby pins and an excessive amount of hairspray to look as though I’m going to prom.
I’ve learned that I will dislike an up-do nearly immediately.
And that people gawk at the grocery store when faced with one.
So I will take it out. And ‘fro it out.
I’ve learned that moody purples eyeshadow quads aren’t really that moody, but did bring out the green in my eyes nicely.
Also, four coats of mascara is sometimes necessary.
Additionally, a peeling sunburn cannot be tamed with Aveeno baby lotion and tan lines can’t be camo-ed with foundation.
I learned that a messy ‘fro half-updo will take a fraction of the time of a prom-ish up-do and only 4 bobby pins. And 2 mini claws.
I learned that I have friends who get really excited to see me girled-up.
And some of them take lots of great photos.
- Photo courtesy of degan
- Photo courtesy of Degan
- Photo courtesy of Jules
- Photo courtesy of Jules
I learned that a photo taken while I’m mid-comment will bring about self-loathing.
- Photo courtesy of Jess
I learned more drinks than I will admit to (yet. Wait for it.) makes me feel a little more comfy around a camera. In fact, I might even become a ham.
- Photo courtesy of Jules
- Photo courtesy of Jules
- Photo courtesy of Jules
I learned that when you combo a ball gown skirt, pale-as-death skin and dark hair, a few people will call you Snow White.
- Photo courtesy of Jules
I learned that everybody loves a boat ride.
- Photo courtesy of Degan
- Photo courtesy of Jules
- Photo courtesy of Jules
- Photo courtesy of Jules
I learned, thanks to Rebecca, about a great new flickr plugin. Which is already saving me time.
I learned that an open bar is both my worst enemy and best friend. Also, that an untended bar might bring about sticky fingers.
I learned that I could have just as much, if not more, fun sitting with friends on the seawall with pilfered liquor, coke and foam cups.
I learned that I am entirely capable of peeing in the bushes while wearing a ball-gown skirt, without getting my skirt wet or dirty. But that this shouldn’t be attempted on an incline, because my feet might end up in a muddy puddle.
Also, I like having polished toes.
I learned that even if he’s already asleep, The Ex will not be speaking to me after I come home late.
I learned that I will feel a queasiness in my tummy the next morning, comparable to the first months of gestation of Isobel, after I down nearly 20 drinks. But I still will not hurl.
Also, I might need to reign in the drinks.
Also, my hair gets bigger when I pass out. Perhaps due to some sort of magical elves.
I learned that this guy was doing exactly what I wanted to be, all day. And the fact that it was right outside my window, reminding me of the impossibility? Sucked.
I learned that it’s not berries.
