Into Enemy Territory

Friday was my mom's birthday (love you Mom, I know you're reading this!) and so as a treat we did a "girl" day.  A very rare occurrence, these girl days involve fashion, food, shopping, and "fun" *cough* *cough*.  So my mom and sister decided they wanted a new look for their hair.  They also voted I needed a lipstick that wasn't brown.  And I really wanted to go to Johnny Rockets, because their burgers and fries are amazing.

So after travailing at the Clinique counter where the customer service is horrible, we went to crowded beauty salon where we had an appointment.  I have never really been to a beauty parlor in all my conscious life because my mom trims my hair.  My first impression was that it smelled suspiciously like my dog's groomers.  A mix of wet dog and hair spray.  My second impression was how freakish the people looked in there.  I mean, there are only so many shades in the rainbow people, must we replicate every single one in our hair?  As I waited for two hours I looked through the hair cut books (big mistake) and then wondered around and looked at the products (bigger mistake).  The only thing I got out of the whole experience was an anti frizz leave in conditioner that repels head lice, which was on sale for $7, and I intend to use in Honduras.  My pastor is looking forward to seeing me get lice there with my abundance of hair, and I WILL NOT give him the satisfaction.  Oh, and not to mention I also got a whole lot of blog post ideas. 

I'm at the counter paying for my weapon against head lice, and I see a display of nail polish with a slogan that says "THE COLORS OF THE CAPITOL" from the Hunger Games movie.  My jaw drops.  The last time I checked, the Capitol was the enemy, the BAD people!  Why in the world would we want to be like them?  Susan Collins practically wrote the books so we WOULDN"T become like them!  I start saying this out loud before I realize it, and I start to notice people looking at me funny.  So I shut up and go play Fruit Ninja, pretending the little pineapples and bananas are the beauty industry, until my mom and sister are all done. 

Here are some pics of big day

At Johnny Rockets they squirt your french fry ketchup into a smilie face.  It makes me so happy every time.  I want to have that job, just make smilie faces all day with ketchup.

                                             The above mentioned evil nail polish display

   Emily's new look.  Layered with some swishy off to the side bang thingies.  I think it looks great, and she was really happy with it.  And I actually have it on camera, a thing so rare that some doubt it's existence.  Her smile. 

So that was my day into unknown, and maybe even enemy territory.