Sunday night, I was fortunate enough to attend a Dirty Dancing-themed birthday party for a friend.*
We watched the movie and followed up with a dance party. People were encouraged to bring watermelon — and dress as their favorite characters.
I obviously went as Vivian Pressman.
For those of you unfamiliar with the film, or who just haven't seen it, say, this week, Vivian Pressman is this woman:
Recreating that hairstyle wasn't easy, but it was spectacular. I showered and washed my hair early Sunday evening, and then employed a whole lot of gel and very many bobby pins. Sadly, there are no pictures, but I looked awesome.
Monday, I had a long drive and decided I'd just showered the night before, so I could skip it that morning. The hair gel was sort of an issue, but by combing my hair and putting it back in a ponytail, I looked presentable — and thanks to said gel, the ponytail stayed in place all day.
Yesterday, I overslept and was running late for work. Also, my hair looked fantastic, practically immediately on getting out of bed. That is obviously a sign. No shower.
Yesterday afternoon, in what I assumed at the time was an unrelated event, I could smell myself. You know how you assume people who smell bad are accustomed to their own odor, and therefore do not smell themselves? Yeah, that was not me. I smelled awful, and was really worried that was just how I smell now. I thought of lots of possible causes, mostly ones that would be difficult to rectify.
It was not until this morning, as I got ready to take my shower, that it occurred to me that that might solve the whole smelling-bad problem, and that I could have fixed it more than twelve hours sooner by just showering when I got done with work.**
*It was in a yurt in Vermont. RI and I obviously called it "Yurty Dancing," and I amused myself and at least a couple other people by observing that the big advantage to being in a yurt was that nobody could put Baby in the corner.
**Actually, I couldn't showered quite when I got done with work, because I was dealing with the fact that apparently e-mailing pictures from my phone is sufficient to break it in such a way that I can no longer make phone calls. But that's a post for another day. I could have showered a few hours after I was done with work, certainly.