I was recently (for reasons that have been discussed at length) in the Caribbean. (Slap yourself if you just pronounced in Car-ri-BE-an. It's Ca-RRIB-be-an. And extra points for rolling the Rs.) My hair loves the CaRRIBean. I don't have good hair in the Northern Hemisphere. Every individual hair has its own interpretation of which way to curl. (See Exhibit A.) But, get me next to the equator and the hairs, they cry, "Let us band together as one! Think of the great things we can do if we organize!" Then they start singing Joe Hill and The Internationale and link strands into a tidy mat of curls.
I washed my hair with sadness on Thursday night, our last night at sea. Since I was just going to be trapped in a plane Friday I saved the next tiny bottle of shampoo for Saturday. Then on Saturday I thought, "I don't have to wash my hair every day; I can just stick my head under the sink faucet. That'll be good enough for the road trip home." I don't wash my hair every day: yet another contribution to my 10% White Trash Score. One factor they didn't count is my shampoo/conditioner laziness. I always get the shampoo/conditioner combos, because I can't be bothered to shampoo, rinse, repeat (HAH!) and condition. The 10% of me that is White Trash is all concentrated in my hair.
Sunday as I showered and shampooed I thought, "Man, I forgot how hard the water is here."
Monday as I showered and shampooed I thought, "Wow, they must have had some kind of de-ionized water on that boat. I'm having to use twice as much shampoo as usual."
Today as I was still in bed Gary came out and said "Where's the shampoo? I've been having to use that stuff that feels like there's big chunks of salt in it."
I sat straight up. "MY Lush Big Hair shampoo? That stuff costs thirty-five dollars a jar! Don't use that! That's for special occasions!" (The Lush shampoo just sits there to remind me I am so insecure I will spend thirty-five dollars for shampoo. Because sometimes I forget to look at my permed and tinted eyelashes.) "Don't use that; use the new stuff in the pink bottle I bought before we left. That's what I've been using."
"That's just conditioner."
Wait!!!
You were in the Carribean!?
I had no idea!!!!!
By they way, did the cruise ship have a karaoke bar? If they did, did you sing Lionel Richie's Carribean Queen? If you did, did you sing it naked?
Posted by: melati | January 24, 2007 at 02:22 PM
There was a karaoke bar, but I couldn't see missing professional music to go sing bad amateur music, naked or not.
That reminds me, I have to take the jeweler's loupe to the naked photo.
Posted by: TheQueen | January 24, 2007 at 08:28 PM
It is Ca-RRIB-be-an, except for "Pirates of the Carribean" which is Car-ri-BE-an. Different rules apply in the Disney Universe, like the one I heard yesterday in reference to the whole Pluto/Goofy debate, which is that if you wear clothes you can talk and you are people, but if you are naked and don't talk you are a pet. (This rule came straight from Disney via a rocket scientist on "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me". No, seriously. He was an astrophysicist and an astronomer and about other 6 different degrees or something.)
Posted by: Rena | March 04, 2007 at 01:53 PM