Ladies... hair day. What can I say? Nothing like foil in your tresses to bring out the best in you. Wired for beauty. I always say if it's not natural... who the hell cares? A blond is a blond is a blond. And then again, a redhead... means you'll be back in that chair fast... red fades...darn it. I digress. At least I'm consistent in that. I would have usually sipped a bit of the bubbly and wiffed through gossipy magazines that are two months old, or pondered hairdo ideas, or checked out the clothes in Vogue that nobody in her right mind would wear. Why do they think we want to look like that? And who can afford those clothes? And to what $25K a plate dinner would we wear them? I'll tell you my "day into evening" look. Jeans into jammies. So there. Nnnnn Eeeee Way. I was such a good girl. While the foil was processing, I whipped out my laptop and wrote 2000 words. Coiffed and cute once more, I came back to the casa, changed into comfy clothes (not the jammies until apres din din) and tapped out a few more mots. This calls for a cocktail. I'm thinking Vodka Collins. Whatdya think? Tootles. Oh.. Midnight Showing of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire... my my... is a hip flask in your future? Who cares about popcorn when cognac is at hand?

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