Post Grad Blonde: March 2013

The line "long hair don't care" became infamous last year after the song No Hands came out. It was my friends fav ~~drunk~~ statement and our go-to Insta caption.

This is the story about my friend and I who, with much sadness, are no longer qualified to slur that statement on a dance floor or caption it on a FB post.

I've had long hair my entire life. The shortest it's been was been I was birthed and I grew it out ever since.

Now that I'm a post-grad working lady, I knew my hair was getting a little long. I went to my hair dresser with a couple pics and asked for about 4-5 inches off - a big change from my usual "just a trim please."

Instead, he cut 11 inches off. ELEVEN.

Here's my hair before:

The picture I showed my hair-dresser:

How I left the salon (an hour later):

THAT IS NOT THE PICTURE OR 4-5 INCHES.

My friend Hannah had long hair her entire life as well, but a year ago got it cut to her shoulders and it looked fab so she's kept it that length for a while.

She went to her hair-dresser and showed some pictures as well and wanted a couple inches off, and instead got a BOB. The lady kept the two pieces in the front longer, but legitimately gave her a bob in the back with some layers two inches long at the top of her head.

Her hair before:

The picture she showed her hair-dresser:

How she left the salon (a day later):

Obviously you can't see in this picture, but the back is a bob - the only long pieces are in the angled ones in the front. Let's just say she sobbed AT the salon.

Moral of the Story: There is nothing more traumizing than going to a hair-dresser with an idea, picture, and thought in your head of what you want, and leaving with something completely different.

I liked the change for about 3 days, and then decided I'd grow my hair out for the next five years. My friend Hannah looks great with shorter hair, so she's waiting until all the layers grow out to her shoulders again.

Many tears were shed and we were reminded how much power hair-dressers have. It sounds so silly to get this upset over hair, but whether people admit it or not, it is a BIG part of who you are and effects how you feel about yourself.

We're semi-over it now, but will definitely be more cautious and assertive with our hair-dressers.

Ayear ago when when we were Long Hair Don't Care betches:

Trying to own our new haircuts:

This past weekend, I spent another 3-day weekend in nyc - my second in 2013. (pretty good seein' as it's only the beginning of March). It was so much fun even though I'm paying for coming home every night at 4 a.m this week at work ;)

Every time I go to new york I am reminded of how amazing it is and how vital it is for me to live there within the next couple of years. Being a military brat, I have been to and lived in a shit-ton of cities, and none have struck me like new york has. My family got the chance to live in Brooklyn for one year in 7th grade, and since then I have been back periodically to visit different friends and every time I come home with the best memories and funniest stories.

This past weekend, my friend Hannah went up with me to visit our really good friend Kelly who lives in the Upper East Side. The weekend is a honestly a blur of alcohol, laughing, dancing, changing outfits a million times, playing games, walking, music, cabbing, red bull, talking, and of course, eating.

From the night we got there, we went straight out. We went to a place that actually mimicked a scene from a Fun. music-video. SO cliche to say, but it really was "so new york." Taxidermy animals everywhere and 50s-60sish music. And lots of shaggy hair and nose-rings. You couldn't find a place like that around DC if your life depended on it. So fun!

The next night we went to probably my favorite bar in nyc so far, called Pianos. They had a huge bar, multiple rooms with a live band and then an awesome DJ with the best music. I was in a very "dancey" mood as I like to call it (unfortunate enough for everyone around me) so I decided it was appropriate to get up on the empty stage and dance - luckily other people followed suit - and eventually the DJ told me to stop talking to him because he needed to concentrate. Talk about knowing when you should go home... woops !

The next morning we did Sunday brunch (with endless cocktails) which is apparently huge in the city everywhere. We played "Drink If You Have" at the table with about 7 of us for at least an hour and it was honestly a hoot. You definitely learn a lot about people after just a couple of rounds. My girlfriends and I have no clue what time we got home that day / night. Whether it was 7 pm or 3 am. None of us have any texts / pictures / phone calls to ever know. Another indicator of a good night...

I have a list of hilarious stories, but unfortunately most are way too inappropriate to ever go down in writing.

I do have a couple that are PG: My friend was talking to a guy from Australia, trying to be casual and cool, and I pranced up to them and said, "Have you heard of Chris Hemsworth?" in a wanna-be Australia accent, followed-up by "Have you seen the movie Thorrrrr?" Let's just say I'm not the best at accents and my friend wanted to kill me. The guys was like "Um, yea I have... it's a good movie."

Secondly, I was taking a picture at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and backed up into a picture on the wall with my head (ouchies). I don't want to even guess how much the picture costs... Or if they have a "You Break it, You Buy it" policy. You can dress me up, but ya can't take me out!

Some pictures from the amazing weekend!