Was that MY Hair?

Friends, Readers, Halloweeners,

I do wear fake hair on occasion. Actually, nearly every day.  For every half hour you could spend on your hair, I spend three minutes. It is not a crime as long as it matches and looks real. Plus, I like  the added versatility. It's weird but, if you know how to do it right (as I have learned from many years in modeling & beauty pageants,) it is quite easy to pass off multiple hair styles as your own.

"Own It" and that hair belongs to you! BUT GIRL MAKE SURE YOU SECURE IT!!!!

I was attending my Friend's Birthday party at a "name needs to be on the list"  Club which isn't quite my scene. Everyone in the place seemed to be hosting an event of their own so I had a Fantabulous Time! The Boyz were Dancin' and I tried to keep up... but the only thing that could move at that pace was my hair and it rocketed across the room into the other VIP section!!!

As the bar closed and we all said our good-byes, a giant man walked up to me with my hair inside of his shirt and said, "I think this belongs to you". I swiftly denied it. What would he think? Eventually, I  admitted to the transgression and accepted the hair. I really didn't have much choice when he described how it hit him in the face an fell in his drink. I do appreciate that he waited until the end of the evening to discreetly return the blonde aggressor.

Classy.

Comments

[J. Armstrong]

I love it! You are too funny Kytari!

Glad to see you are back blogging--we missed you.