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Good Hair and a Road Trip 2004-05-02, 4:02 p.m. I’m having one of the best weekends of my life right now, and I haven’t been this happy in such a long time. I got drunk on Friday night, registered for JCon and since I couldn’t find my cell phone, I drunk e-mailed a lot of people. I also got good hair, T came home safely, and I went crazy doing some spring-sale shopping. I saw a picture of this hair in Oprah’s magazine, of all places, and I just had to have it. My previous haircut was a just-past-chin-length bob with very few layers cut into it. It was way too thick and gross and annoying to deal with, and definitely very uninteresting. I asked Natasha to give me good hair, and she did. She thinned it out like crazy, cut tons of length off, gave me longish bangs that I can sweep over to the side, and it’s the kind of hairstyle that you can let air-dry and it looks sleek and smooth, or you can use tons of product and make it flip and declare yourself the prettiest girl in the land. She’s doing my highlights in about ten days, and I will cry when I move away from here because I FINALLY found a good stylist and she’s not that expensive and she is totally my new BFF. So after Natasha was done with me, I headed to St Louis and tried to get ahold of T, but that was impossible since he left his cell phone at his parents’ house and took off to run some errands. So his mom invited me over anyway, and I was like, what the hell – I might as well be entertained instead of killing time with my debit card. And they are the nicest people I’ve ever spent an afternoon with. I loved them at first sight. His father and assorted uncles and cousins were watching a soccer game, and his mom was in the kitchen cooking some spicy Nigerian stew that made my eyes burn, but I know it is T’s very favorite and that she was going to pack him several Tupperware containers of food to freeze. They taught me a few phrases in their native language so that I could freak T out sometime soon, and they kept fussing over me like I was part of their family. “You want drink?” “No, thank you. I’m just fine.” “No? We have water. We have soda! You like soda?” “Yes, I do, but I’m not thirsty, thank you.” “We cannot send you with no drink. You want drink?” And so on. And when T came back, I greeted him at the door and I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head. He swept me into a big hug and whispered that he missed me and said I was beautiful. I felt my eyes well up with tears because goddamn, why can’t we make things work? We had a good trip back to Kansas City and got back to his apartment at a reasonable hour and fell into bed pretty early (for us). When we got up this morning he gave me some things he bought during his travels – a gorgeous cashmere scarf from France and some awesome jewelry from Nigeria. I am sad that it’s May and I can’t wear my scarf until November, because it is beautiful and I want to wear it everywhere, every day. I don’t buy cashmere for my own self and I’m still in shock that he was so thoughtful. Today, I’ve been lounging around in sweatpants, watching baseball, and reading the paper with a kitty on my feet and a kitty in my lap. I’ve got bread rising in the oven and a pint of ice cream in the freezer – what a perfect Sunday afternoon. I also just signed up for some summer knitting classes – one to refine my skills and one for advanced techniques so that I can advance beyond knitting baby gifts for other people’s babies - so I’m perusing yarn stores online in search of good deals on needles and yarn. And, as much as I hate admitting it, I’m so glad that T is home. I just need to work on pretending that I don’t know that.
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