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Two Years Ago Today

Recycling is supposed to be good, so here's what I was babbling about back on June 21 of 2003....

Friends Don't Let Friends Dye Drunk

Let's cut to the chase, because it's early and I had a long, albeit fun, evening.
I woke up a redhead this morning.
I don't mean I rolled over and CarrotTop was between my sheets. I wouldn't be able to type if that were the case because quite frankly, CarrotTop scares the beejeebers out of me. Is he man? Is he Muppet? Science is mum on the subject.
No, Tonya and I volunteered to do the chips and beer run last night and at the mini-mart, we regressed to sixth grade.
"I dare you."
"No, I dare YOU."
"Um... okay, I will if you will."
"I will if you go first."
"Okay then... DEAL"
We brought back to the party two twelve-packs, three bags of Doritos, and one lethal box of Herbal Essence Natural Effects Sunset Red hair color. In a twist we didn't expect, Kelly and Juanita wanted in on it too. Soon we four were in the bathroom, giggling like cherubs on crack and dyeing each other's hair.
All we needed was a pillow fight to break out.
When all is said and done, one box of hair color amongst four heads does not result in the picture-perfect example on the box. We all looked a bit patchy and less-than-vibrant, except for Juanita who (predictably) had no change since she's brunette to start with.
Sunset Red was not a valid color code anymore. We were forced to retitle.
Tonya's hair was Copper-Streaky-Peaky. Kelly's blonde became Intermittent Strawberry. I was deemed Faded Tomato Soup.
We are so lucky there's not an all-night tattoo parlor in our neighborhood.
Or a piercing shop.