Saturday, November 15, 2008

The Sliding Scale of Pretentious

Friday Poker Chick made an appointment to get her hair cut and arranged a time to meet with her personal shopper to find work and cocktail party attire.

Saturday, sitting in the stylist's chair, sipping the herbal tea they brought her, she felt a sudden need to protest that this is not nearly as pretentious as it sounds.

The universe must have disagreed because as soon as she began walking home the heavens opened up and she found her newly cut and blown out hair caught in a massive downpour. Said blowout - ruined.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I have to agree with the heavens on this one.