The Price of Curls

24 May

… is burning a chunk of your hair with a curling iron 5 minutes before having to run out the door, leaving you with this choice: a) look lovely with shiny, styled hair and one fried piece, or b) hack off the damage with a pair of blunt scissors and spend the night being awkward so that nobody ever sees the back of your head.

I went with second option.

I could give you a blow-by-blow account of the party, but that would be boring, so here is something infinitely more fun:

I drank twenty beers and got in a fight. Nath unveiled a teleportation device he’d been working on for ten years and was awarded prizes and given giant cheques by girls dressed up like Texan beauty queens. The engaged couple got kidnapped by pirates. Our baby niece suddenly revealed that not only can she talk (despite being less than 6 months old), she actually has ten boyfriends and is head of an illegal car theft operation. And there were monkeys.

xx Bunny Florentine

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2 Responses to “The Price of Curls”

  1. DrSkeletor May 24, 2010 at 12:48 pm #

    You forgot the velociraptors.

  2. ponine May 24, 2010 at 2:13 pm #

    Yay! Monkeys! Woo!

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