I'm not saying that tall people are BAD, just that they shouldn't stand directly in front of the rest of us at the Death Cab concert. And if you're planning on doing this, please, PLEASE, do not grow your curly hair out and then brush out your curls creating a giant, oversized afro, a tri-fro, if you will, going even further to block my vision of an acoustic version of "Soul Meets Body".
This rule actually applies to everyone, not just tall people.
But even the tallest, most giant fros could not keep me from the concert last night. It really was fabulous, and the First Ave atmosphere is incomparable. But coming home at a relatively early 10:30 lead to a lack of motivation to shower, biological clock confusion, and of course, the hungry. But apparently eating at night is really bad for you or something. So I went to bed covered in downtown nasty and with an empty stomach.
So this morning, I got up extra early to shower which is a big deal for me, as I've always been a night shower-er because my hair takes too long to blow dry and causes a lot of damage to your hair, and is considered visual damage to innocent bystanders if I let it just air dry throughout the day.
Well, all of that, and that extra half an hour in the morning is for sleep.
Anyways, after my unorthodox bathing routine, I had to find some way to deal with the beast (aka my hair) and pulled it up into this insane...Thing. I don't even know what to call it, it was so all over the place Starbucks could have set up shop in there.
And the worst part about it?
I just popped a few bobby pins in it (as if that made it okay?) and left.
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