Title: Damn I'm smooth
Okay, it's Friday. Let's all do the obligatory, "Woo hoo!" Thank you very much. You all give me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
I totally ditched work today. I am so bad. You know I'm going to hell for this. Well, maybe not. But still. I woke up around 8:30 this morning and decided after about 15 minutes of snugglage that going to work was not EVEN in the cards for today.... so Cynthia and I went to get some lunch around 12:30 (mmm... sesame chicken) and made a Boulder road trip. I was on a mission today. Actually, Cynthia was on the mission, but I was along for the ride.
I needed a haircut.
I mean, I didn't JUST need a haircut. I needed a HAIRSTYLE. The situation was getting desperate. My bangs are growing out, which is fine, but my hair is so damn thick that I couldn't tuck it behind my ears; it always fell in my face. Which was annoying as hell, let me tell you. So I've been resorting to the plastic barrette things. I feel like I'm in grade school again, which is not an experience I would care to repeat. Also, Cynthia hates my barrettes, for which I can't blame her. Hence, a haircut. We ended up going to this place on University Hill in Boulder, which was recommended by the cute chick at the coffee shop I frequent. I now have a layered thing going on; it looks pretty cute, even if I do say so myself. Cynthia is thrilled. She's already offered to throw away my barrettes. ;)
Also, we went shopping briefly at the Roach Gallery. It sounds MUCH worse than it is. I have a couple of secret shames, you see; one of them is bead jewelry and the other is glassware. It's such a chick thing. Bleah. This place has very nice ceramics and glass candle holders and jewelry and funky clothing and and and -- okay, well, I could have spent my life in there. As it was I only bought a couple of vests. I needed something besides T-shirts in my wardrobe. I needed to dress. I needed to ACCESSORIZE, dammit!
*ahem*
Sorry... I was acting like a girl there for a bit. Give me a minute to compose myself. I'll be back to my butch tomboy persona momentarily.
Tonight is Tracks night. Yeah! I love gay bars, man. Okay, so I haven't been but to two... details... There are so damn many yummy women there that I can't help myself. At least I get to go out tonight. I'm telling you, man... I'm being forced to have a life. Y'all aren't going to recognize me when Cynthia's done transforming me from a no-life-having geek to a suave, debonair socialite. No, really.
Stop laughing. I hear you people out there.
Okay. Target, then home. I have to get hair-styling products now. Can you believe this shit? I'm turning into such a girl. Sigh.
-- marcie.