Today started off innocently enough. I slept in until about noon, and realized that I was pretty much completely over the awful illness I had yesterday. Hooray! Still, I promised myself I would stay in and take it easy, so as not to retro-act the recovery process. But my friend Alicia texted me around 4:30 and was like “I’m having game night tonight if you want to come over!” I figured there was no harm in game night, so I told her I’d go. I said I’d be over around 8:30 and I’d bring snacks.
Somewhere around 6 pm, I decided I wanted to dye my hair a darker brown. Sometimes I just get these hair-dye urges and there’s no stopping me. It’s like invasion of the hair-dye body-snatchers. I am powerless over my hair-dyeing urge. So I figure I’ll pick up the hair dye when I get the snacks for Alicia’s party and I’ll dye it later that night.
At 8 pm, as I’m getting ready to leave, Alicia texts me like “Don’t worry about the snacks. Everyone bailed on game night :(” I could tell she was bummed. And you guys know how I feel about flakes. I decided I had to cheer her up. “Wanna help me dye my hair?” I texted back. She said she did. And then I remembered how I’d been craving chocolate chip cookie cake all day, so I texted her to see if she wanted to bake. “Yes!!!”
I showed up at her place 45 minutes later with hair dye and the ingredients for chocolate chip cookie cake (no, they weren’t vegan, but goddammit I needed my cake). Here is what happened next:
Our other friends Heidi and Anna came over later, and Anna has this absolutely gorgeous curly red hair (totally natural!), and Heidi and Alicia wanted to see what it would look like on them, and I got this picture, which I think is unbelievably adorable:
Anna also brought over a game called Apples to Apples, which sounded kind of dumb when she explained it, but then we played it, and I haven’t laughed that hard in awhile. Highly recommended. Very good party game.
Anyway, here’s some shots of my hair when it was done. I told the girls my goal was to look like a Russian spy, so I took some pics of me with the closest thing I have to Russian spy glasses. They don’t really capture the look I want. I need huge dark Diors or something. Birthday gift, Mom?
I quite love it, actually. I can’t believe I wasted so much time being a blonde! I love myself as a brunette. It definitely works on me.
After about 1 billion rounds of Apples to Apples and WAY too much cookie cake, I left Alicia’s around midnight. The plan was to take Leo up to the deck to potty and then go straight to bed. But, of course, all my neighbors were up on the deck, and my neighbor Mieka had just TODAY gotten a nine-week-old labradoodle named Sunday. She is the cutest puppy in the world and I had to hold her forever while lecturing Leo — who was jealously jumping up on my leg — about getting un-cute in his old age. He ate my glasses AND he got old. Stupid dog.
Then Danielle was like, “By the way, Chris is pissed about what you wrote about him on your blog.” Sometimes I just write, and I forget that people read it, and that not everyone signs off on having their lives on my blog. So I felt really awful and called Chris right away to apologize, and he was like, “It’s okay, I just feel like you didn’t tell the full story,” and, in fairness, the majority of this stuff happened a long time ago — like ten years ago — and he’s not the same person. He has always been very kind to me and I’ve seen him go out of his way to help a lot of people out. He’s definitely not the same jerk in real life as he comes off in that story. He was also like, “It made me sound like I was bragging, when really I was just telling my story,” which is also true. He was not bragging. We were just talking. So I’m sorry, Chris, and you’ve always been a good guy to me.
Anyway, at 2 am, we’re all still running apartment to apartment with our herd of dogs (we had four between us all), being loud and obnoxious, and I can’t figure out where the time went. I’m certain the leasing office will be getting complaints tomorrow, which is totally fine, since the office manager was with us. Hee. Shhh. There’s more to the story, which I’m not going to tell on the Internet, because I will get yelled at by people and I don’t want to have to make any more apologies. I never should have told my neighbors about my blog!
I eventually managed to break away and get home, and I’m not at all tired! That’s what I get for sleeping in until noon. Sigh …
