Day 26&27: Blame it on the Blond

Oy! It's been a couple of days, I know. Sometimes time just seems to get away from me. So let me backtrack a bit...

On Thursday I went to get my hair colored. The gray was starting to overwhelm even me. And Scott, my ever supportive and loving 6'6" boyfriend, kept looking down at the top of my head and saying "Yeah, you need to get your color done." So Thursday after work I went to see Beatrix. I've been going to her for years. I first let her color my hair about 5 years ago. She hated my gray and hated my out of the box color choices as well, so a few weeks before my first cruise I said, "Okay, have your way with me." And she did. And I ended up blond. Well not really blond but there were enough blond highlights to make it seem that way, my natural hair color is a very dark brown, so it was a bit disorienting to see myself with this new color. We eventually worked out a compromise. Making the color a little darker in general and more dark in the fall and winter. But in the summer, we take it lighter. And yes, I know it's not really blond, but it feels that way to me. And it gives me a good excuse when I do something brainless. I have my "blond moments".

Afterwards I totally intended to exercise, but after I got my dinner. My friend, Princess Elaine, let me know her first grandchild, Gavin, was on the way and to spread the word to the rest of the crew. Then just as I was changing, I got the call from the very emotional bubbe that Gavin had arrived and she gave me the details to pass on. As I was sending out that email, a friend IM'd me needing to chat about some serious stuff going on with him. We ended up chatting for an hour and a half and suddenly it was 11 o'clock at night. There went the day.

Friday. Another day of intention. Scott got out of work early enough to meet me at the Port Authority so we could commute home together. We decided to stop for dinner at a restaurant in uptown Hoboken on our way home. I think the sangria was probably a bad idea, at least it had fruit in it! As we walked home I could feel the wine seeping into my muscles. I always feel alcohol in my shoulders and thighs first. By the time we got home, I told Scott I was going to lay down for a minute and sober up before I went walking. I laid down on the bed and promptly fell asleep! I woke up a few hours later, long enough to get undressed and peel the contact lenses off my eyes. Then it was back to bed and straight through until 7:30 Saturday morning. I guess I was tired.

Oops. Well, like the title of this blog suggests: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. At the rate I'm going, the devil should have a luxury suite prepared for me.