Because I'm A Blond, I Don't Have To Think

[Saturday night again already? Crazy, wasn't I just writing about the weekend so far? This weekend's highlights so far have included finally receiving a little much needed financial aid; seeing David Sedaris speak in Redwood City with John, Andrew, and Gilbert; and going BLOND today!!!!]

[When I went blond during a premature midlife crisis occasioned by my 30th birthday, half my hair fell out on my pillow, and I swore I would never apply noxious chemicals to the top of my head again. However, lately I've been hankering for some little change, and my supervisor at the Cute Victorian Hotel noted that Gilbert looked smashing with his new platinum tint, and that I should try something too. Well, when your SUPERVISOR (who, it must be said, dyes his own hair the gothic-est of gothic black) says go for it...well, it pushed me over the edge.]

[John had no end of fun today applying chemicals not as noxious as last time, and I think, considering it's strictly temporary, this is a good thing. We'll see what's left on my pillow case come morning.]

[Oh, and when I showed up at my parents' last time after going blond, my grandmother shrieked, "You've ruined your life!" Well, Grandma's in the Home, at least for the time being, so it's unlikely that she'll even see this incarnation.]

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