I HAVE NOT STARTED PACKING.
I AM NOT SURE YET WHAT I AM GOING TO WEAR WHEN WE DO OUR RED CARPET WALK
HANG ON... MY BIGGEST PROBLEM RIGHT NOW IS THAT I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I'LL BE WEARING WHEN WE WALK THE RED CARPET.
My life is actually kinda pretty much okay, I guess.
I've known about this little trip for long enough that I should have been able to get it together, but I've been thinking about other stuff. Other stuff can really take up a lot of brain room.
I made a packing list. Well, I started a list. That counts, right?
I got my hair done... that definitely counts.
Here's the strange thing about me: I usually get the straight male hairstylist. And I like it.
This time around, it was Stavros, and I'm thinking he's a keeper. Not only did he do an awesome job of layering my thick mess of wavy hair, and sneak some groovy cherry-red highlights in there, but he's also 22, Greek and gorgeous! He's got those big dark brown eyes, curly hair, a perfect forehead (Yeah I notice everything) and those big pretty lips. Nice arms too. Just a lovely young fella.
I took Jethro's car up to the salon (not saloon) knowing that he'd trade it around for the truck when he had to leave for work. This is what Jethro told me later, when I phoned him:
"I looked in the window but I didn't see you. I was thinking of coming in to say hi, but I figured you were having such a nice time looking at Stavros while he had his hands in your hair, you didn't need me pokin' my hairy mug in there and ruining it for ya!"
Jethro is awesome.
Speaking of which, I think it would be kind of nice if he won a Juno this year. He's in a category with a few guys he's really looked up to over the years. Get that - he admired them, and now he's one of them. There could be 20-year olds who are admiring ol' Jethro right now.
I know I do.
I gotta cut off this incredibly random, rambling, aimless blog post now... I should really wash some dishes before my Mom comes up here to hang with my kids and dog and house. Also I should do some laundry. And look at my hair one more time.