Back to My Roots...social experiment Part II

After a year and a half of being platinum blonde, I've finally decided to return to my roots, my dark brown roots. I'll be honest, I'm so vain that I cried when I got home from the salon. I really just thought I looked smokin' as a blonde (social experiment Part I: do gentleman prefer blondes? Verdict: Yes.)

It's been two days, and I'm slowly getting used to my new locks. I actually cut my hair too, but length doesn't phase me...just color. 

My awesome stylist, Lee Ann, at Halo* Studios in Dundee, anticipated my shock and gave me a little funk in the form of "car crash bangs". As you can see in this pic, a strip of super short bangs underneath longer bangs makes my hair look like I just hit my head in a car crash. 

I wonder how long it will take to recover?

Sweatfest 2009

Master masher, Gregg Gillis, a.k.a. Girl Talk spun Friday night at the Slowdown to a drippy, sweaty crowd. 

Security was so tight that it took about 12 minutes to get into the venue. There were a lot of underage kids trying to use their fakes. Obviously, they didn't know that it is impossible to drink underage at the Slowdown (I should know :/). After getting my wristband slapped on, I waltzed in to Girl Talk taking the stage. It wasn't 30 seconds before the stage was flooded with grinders and groovers trying to get as close as they could to Mr. Gillis. Girl Talk was probably the most fun I've had at the Slowdown since the infamous monthly Goo parties of 2007. 

Gillis really knows how to read crowds, keeping a steady current of energy flowing for the duration of his set. I just don't know how he put up with several teenage girls in American Eagle henleys and jeans constantly petting his body the whole time. 

But I guess hard work (dancing) pays off because I got to take a picture with Gregg after the show. Yes that's toilet paper on my head, it was working at the time....the place was covered with it. 

Here is a picture of me and my Aroma's co-workers. From left Boss Jeff, Kate and Kevin. Thanks to Jeff for the photos. 

And no, I didn't shower until the next day. 

A Flood of Frugality

My mom (I mean Santa Claus) always buys me underwear for Christmas. Unfortunately she chooses plain, boring, logo-bearing panties, while I prefer a little more color and spice in my life. While I was at the mall, and after I made my exchange at Victoria's Secret, I broke down and went to Target.  I had been avoiding the store, because I knew Omaha's own Thakoon was the latest Target GO International designer, and I knew I'd go crazy over his crazily patterned pieces (I'm desperately trying to save money). 

Before I knew it I had dropped my purse, coat and cardigan on the floor and was modeling the Shibori print cardigan in the mirror while thinking the floral bandeau bikini would look bangin' on the beach in Puerto Rico (where I'm Spring Breaking in March!). I slowly put my own clothes back on and ran out of the store while chanting, "Stay away from the clothes." 

At least I'll look good under my outfits