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August 09, 2001
Short and scattered
It's hot. Yes, I know, you all know it's hot. But just let me whine for a minute -- it's 10 p.m., and 94 degrees in my apaprtment. I am sitting here in the dark with a fan blowing on me, trying to ignore the sweat trickling down my back. (Pretty mental image, no?) I just dyed my hair again -- the color name on the box was Scarlet Shimmer (which sounds like a stripper's name) but it should have been Radioactive Carrot, because that's what color my hair is. It glows. It's blinding. It can be seen from space, I think. I love it. I felt obligated, after a conversation I had with a particularly cute coworker a week or so ago. I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when Cute Coworker walked up to me:
CC: "Can I ask you a question?"
Me: "Sure, what's up?" (assuming it was about work...)
CC: "What's up with your hair?
Me: "Um..."
CC: "I mean, it's a normal color. Why?"
Me: "Oh, yeah, the pink washed out..."
CC: "You have to dye it again."
Me: "I do?"
CC: "Yeah. See, you bring a little bit of funkiness to this place. We need the funkiness. Dye your hair again!"
So, Cute Coworker, don't say I never did anything for you. This time the dye is permanent, but red dye fades fast, so I'm sure it won't last long.
The flaming hair will prove handy tomorrow, too, when I meet Joanne and PlaidRabbit at the airport. You can't miss me now!
I'm suprisingly nervous about this week. I have hung out with Joanne before, of course, but I've never actually met Plaid. I worry a lot, you see -- I worry that, upon meeting me in the flesh, they will think, "Man, what a loser. A loser with weird hair, even!" I know, I'm being irrational, but... I worry. I want them to have a good time. So far, I have nothing planned aside from the 3WA gathering tomorrow night and the Radiohead show Tuesday night. I know we're going to go to the New England Aquarium at some point, to oooh over the tiny blue penguins. We've talked about going to Salem. Plaid hasn't been here before, so I will happily play tour guide. I know, in the rational part of my brain, that we will have fun. But the far larger irrational part says that we won't, that we will sit around bored and staring at each other, and they will loathe me. Even though I have met Joanne before. I know.
Now, i think I will lie in the dark in front of a fan or two -- I have much more to write about (most importantly, I'm moving, and couldn't be happier) but it's just too hot to sit at the computer anymore.
Posted by Mary Ellen at August 9, 2001 09:51 PM