I am borderline insane.
For a couple of months my friend and I have been wanting to visit New York City, but flight and hotel rates are astronomical. Since they don't seem to be dropping in the near future, we planned for a September trip.
Something many of you may not know [...this is where the whole "insane" bit may come into play], I fly to New York to get my hair cut. Before you pass judgement and cast stones, allow me to explain. My hair is half curly, half straight and all frizz, and it takes a special person to control it. When I lived in the city, the angels descended to Earth and led me to Corvette, the most amazing man to ever comb his fingers through my hair and tousle it just so [Hi J, I love you!].
My curls were standing straight as I thought about being reunited with him come September; Corvette is nothing short of shear genius.
Around 10AM this morning I received insider information: Corvette is leaving me. As of Wednesday, he is going on tour as Madonna's personal stylist for five whole months. I am both ecstatic and enraged all at the same time. So, I did what any crazed normal girl would do. I immediately booked an appointment for Saturday at 1PM in New York City. I live in Houston.
So, yes, I am traveling 1,630 miles to get my hair cut and as ridiculous as it may sound, I have no qualms about it. We only get one shot at life and I can't wait to board that flight tomorrow afternoon.
[Photo via Lula.]