Yesterday I got a disastrous haircut. I can't look in a mirror without wanting to cry. And I think it's too short to fix. That's all I want to say about that.
On the the upside, my friend Jen is coming over for breakfast this morning. She has a dentist appointment in my neighbourhood, so she is coming over for ommelettes and I get to have a date with her while still in my pyjamas. This could be the bestest ever.
I am all about the friend dates. They are hands down my favourite passtime. Dinner with boardgames. Coffee downtown. Meet at the art gallery/theatre/ballet. Ommelettes at dawn. I like a good hangout with an agenda. Here's 'Something to Do' while we catch up and remind each other why they are awesome.
My Jen friend today is wonderful. She is the kind of super-positive, unfailing-faith-in-the-universe, enjoy every experience to its fullest kind of gal. She is very inspiring.
Also, I'm going to see my uncle's latest dance show tonight, and I couldn't be more excited about it. It's been far too long since I've gone to see something to inspire me, and I know it will be incredible. (His work always is.)
I guess the moral of the story is... don't let a bad haircut get you down?
