I celebrated my birthday this past weekend in my home area of DC. I had a small party at a local lounge and wanted to do something a little different. So on Thursday night before I went to DC, I got my hair blown out. As we all know, i'm natural, so I like to get a nice blow out from time to time. My hair dresser did a great job. It was silky and moving and straight as an arrow. I should have known better.
First of all, as i'm getting dressed for the party, it's like 500 degrees in our room. I'm sweating and my hair is starting to puff up like a cotton ball. I'm trying to bend it, but guess what our first lesson of the night is. Sweaty, natural hair does not bend. It puffs. So i'm like, "screw it." I just need to get out the door. So I get it manageable and i'm out.
Now, I'm not a club girl anymore. So I'd completely forgotten that clubs are like 900 degrees. Guess what this means for my hair that has now decided to act like a belligerent two year old and do it's own thing? It grows. I mean it was seriously growing and becoming this ginormous bush. And not a cute bush either. We're not talking Tracee Ellis Ross afro. Not even Angela Davis afro. We're talking about little girl on the porch in The Color Purple bush. We're talking Clarence Williams III in Tales from the Hood bush. Man it was bad. I was bumming bobby pins off of my friends to try and tame the situation. It didn't help. I mean, they were literally pulling bobby pins out of their hair to help me out. It's the most hilarious situation ever. What could I do? I just drank in honor of my birthday and danced. Yep more sweat. More puff. What a great way to bring in 35!
Thanks to all of my friends who came out to celebrate with me. One of them just started a blog. Check it out! The Funny VaGena. Another one of my friends entered into a 30 day no sex bet. Trust me, it's a feat for her (how do we start these things). Let's see if she makes it. I also got a couple of great gifts. What a wonderful weekend.
How was your weekend?