Tonight was the Marquette Senior Ball. I think Eric was in a bad mood all day because he knew he had to get dressed up and be social. What's funny is that Eric is one of most talkative males I know - so once we got to the event he was all over the place having a good time. Sitting at the dinner table was us, two other lds couples, and a single lds guy. Unfortunately, Eric was sitting next to the single guy (who didn't bring a date) so I became the single person. He talked to his friend the. whole. time.
Leading up to tonight I managed to find a $40 dress at Macy's and a $10 shrug at Ann Taylor Loft. I was feeling pretty thrifty so I thought, what the heck, I should get my hair blown out for the night. I hate blow drying my hair - so I scheduled it at the local cost cutters for $12 thinking everyone who went to hair school should know how to sufficiently round brush layered hair. Uh, no. My inner voice, on multiple occasions, was telling me to run away, but I didn't want to offend, so I remained.
This girl had manhands. Really thick, stubby fingers, not conducive for hairstyling. It was by far the most violent shampoo I have ever had. When she was done with the shampoo she proceeds to tell me that she has "bad hands, and that if she uses the round brush for too long they swell up". WHAT! They get even bigger? Isn't that a requirement for hairstylists - to be able to style hair with a round brush? So, she puts me under one of those dryers, which is the absolute worst things to do because my hair gets frizzy. After 10 minutes of that I was officially nervous. She starts to dry my hair and it is not looking good. It was the worst ever, I had to go home and straighten the hell out of my hair. Never again.
Eric wanted to leave even before the real partying began... we left at 9. I had fun just people watching. It was like the high school prom all over again. These girls were decked out. Crazy up-do's, satin gowns, a glass of beer in hand, and sooo much make-up. Good times.
Leading up to tonight I managed to find a $40 dress at Macy's and a $10 shrug at Ann Taylor Loft. I was feeling pretty thrifty so I thought, what the heck, I should get my hair blown out for the night. I hate blow drying my hair - so I scheduled it at the local cost cutters for $12 thinking everyone who went to hair school should know how to sufficiently round brush layered hair. Uh, no. My inner voice, on multiple occasions, was telling me to run away, but I didn't want to offend, so I remained.
This girl had manhands. Really thick, stubby fingers, not conducive for hairstyling. It was by far the most violent shampoo I have ever had. When she was done with the shampoo she proceeds to tell me that she has "bad hands, and that if she uses the round brush for too long they swell up". WHAT! They get even bigger? Isn't that a requirement for hairstylists - to be able to style hair with a round brush? So, she puts me under one of those dryers, which is the absolute worst things to do because my hair gets frizzy. After 10 minutes of that I was officially nervous. She starts to dry my hair and it is not looking good. It was the worst ever, I had to go home and straighten the hell out of my hair. Never again.
Eric wanted to leave even before the real partying began... we left at 9. I had fun just people watching. It was like the high school prom all over again. These girls were decked out. Crazy up-do's, satin gowns, a glass of beer in hand, and sooo much make-up. Good times.
6 comments:
Josie I feel your pain Rand would do the same thing, he is a party pooper!
Your hair looks good, Erics on the other hand is very into the wild-esque. I hate that feeling of sitting there for an hour wanting to object but not doing anything just to be polite.
Liking the beard Eric!
All I can say , , , you both need some sun! Ya, it is amazing how things really don't change much from college. The only thing worse than a updo, satin dress, and huchee mamma shoes, is a long neck brew in the hand of a lady! There I said it. Why is it that our men crank about going to dance, parties, and then they run off like stray dogs to run with the pack! They are ok when they get there. . . dahhh because there're not gay . . .
Eric, I love the beard. Jos, you ARE one hot mama. I want to see a pic of the dress you found. Glad you went b/c your marquette memory time is running out.
Hey, when did Eric start growing a beard? Dejavu all over again. Dad growing a beard before graduation at Stanford! Anyway, you both look cute and glad you had a night out! Just getting around to reading a few blogs, love the pictures as always! Mom
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