The ball was this past Friday night. Everybody knows I love a good ball. Some people (not to name names but Christopher) go half-heartedly but I'm all SIGN ME UP for any event to wear a fancy dress and see people with all manner of paraphernalia on their uniform.
|Quick stroll down memory lane. Look how young and thin we were at our first ball.|
Not a gray hair in sight.
Normally I have my hairdresser do my hair but this time I decided to attempt it myself. I'm not stupid. I'm terrible at any semi-difficult hairstyle so I knew there was a chance it was probably an awful idea but I tried anyway. Unfortunately all the tutorials said to "tease the hair" and this is what I look like with teased hair.
I'm not exaggerating when I say I did my hair for more than an hour and a half (two Friends episodes!) only to end up with it straightened and in a ponytail. My hair is in a ponytail every single day of my life so it hardly screamed SPECIAL OCCASION HAIR. I was so frustrated I almost threw in the towel and changed my mind about going. I was this close to giving the babysitter my ticket and spending the evening writing negative reviews on all the "easy 5 minute updo" videos. Short story unnecessarily long, I ended up with my hair in a bun. Not that you can even tell.
Part of the enjoyment I get from balls comes in the form of giving a running commentary on the appropriateness, or lack there of, of dresses I see. It's not annoying at all. Clearly I ride a very high I've been to four balls so I'm an expert horse.
In other news, I sat next to a sweet woman I met last October. She loves Annabelle so I frequently text her pictures and we've made plans to get together multiple times. She's a tiny Chinese lady who has a thick accent and speaks about as loud as an ant so conversation is difficult. That explains why I don't know her first name. I didn't understand it the two times she told me the day we met and now we're nine months into our friendship and I refuse to as. I was hoping her husband mention it but no such luck. Mrs. No First Name Thompson she shall remain.
At least I can rest secure in the knowledge that I'm her best friend if she ever needs her hair teased.