Saturday, November 06, 2004
Catch Phrase
Troy and I went downtown (Denver) to Two-Fisted Mario's. I guess I haven't been down there for a while, but I was turned around when we got out of the car, and I started walking in the wrong direction. Troy called me, and then I was looking around for which way to go, and then I was in the middle of the street running around in circles when a minivan came by and I jumped onto the side of it as it drove by and hit it. The driver stopped and backed up, then got out of the car. He was all upset and said, "Hey, don't hit my car," and I was like, "Well you almost hit me!" and then he's like, "Dude, don't freak out just because your hair is pink."
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That is so awesome! How was Two-Fisted Mario's? So you can no longer claim Denver as your home! You now have to claim Provo because you can find your way around it better! HAHAHAHA! Your hair was still pink? Did you do anything to fix it ever?
Well, feel free to interpret "home" as whatever, but it's still where I'm from, though definitely not where I live.
It took 5 treatments to get the pink out of my hair. First, they tried to bleach the pink out, but that just turned the blond white (like really white), but the pink didn't come out. It just got brighter. Like neon pink. Then they put in some straight color tone, of some hue opposite the pink to try and normal that out. That turned it purple (and turned the once-blond areas gray), but at least it wasn't neon anymore. Then they started adding actual dye. First they had to put on this orange color (like the color that people's hair turns when they first bleach it, and apparently for the same reason: they have to build the colors back up in the same order that they come off in). Then they used two different hues of brown. And now you can hardly even tell that it was pink last week.
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