I am officially...

BLONDE. With a slight twinge of pink. The remnants of the purple still clutching on. Pictures will show up as soon as I can get my grubby hands on a camera.
So today, started off with a crawl. I set up my hair appointment. I exercised for about 40 minutes, showered.
I lost key privledges to the theatre. Yes, it's true. That's where the day went. South. Fast. I took it very very personally. It isn't. It wasn't. It just is. Poor ego. It got hurt bad.
I worked.
I got my hair did.
I'm blonde.
Had to go to theatre, get a jacket I left there. Bruised ego smarted the whole time. If I did all the things that everyone wanted me to do, I would never get anything done.
Went home. Fed dogs. In truly bummed mood.
Put in a comedy show by Richard Pryor. Thank you, Netflix. I had barely started it when:
ring.
It is Kimmie! I've been trying to get a hold of her for a week. She is supposed to be coming to Tulsa soon. She asks me what I'm doing, I told her, and she asked if I wanted to go to dinner. Sweet surprise! She is here. We (including her mom) go to a new place we've never been. We enjoyed it. Good to see her sparkle.
Then we went to friend April's house, and hung out in her new house. Beautiful. Very.
Kim and her mom Kathy went to Ponca City; April and I went over to hang with this guy she is kinda seeing. He had been in a car accident. He had friends over.
D and J. Names are withheld to protect the innocent.
Which one was cuter? D. And he's the CEO of this filming company.
"Or really?" I say.
"Yes. " He says.
"We are working on a film this summer. Yes, our improv troupe SuperOVUM..."
J, his working cohort, preens like a peacock as soon as the interest has been shown on what they do. A long list of cool things they are doing and names start getting dropped left and right. It was an amusing spectacle.
I am TERRIBLY excited about the door of possiblity that just opened and try to keep it to a dull roar. I am chomping at the bit to wow these guys, but some of the zingers that are flying out of my mouth are landing flat. These guys don't even know what hit them. I rein it in a bit.
I delicately plant the seeds of my brilliance between J's soliloquy.
I am open and truthful. "I know jack about filming, we're just getting in to it. We've done stage and I think the way we hit the beats would transfer over to film..."
I ask if they take interns.
And, "Oh April, the burlesque girls and I are going to a VIP party Thursday night, would you like to join?"
And he says, "Burlesque?" He already has plans for us. We discuss them. I swim around in his deep rich eyes. Make little splashes.
I say, "Well, there's nothing left to do but exchange phone numbers."
He agrees.
April needs to go home. My carriage was turning in to a pumpkin. I bid the gentlemen adieu and Maggie the puppy to.
On the way we stop at QT, and there an angel from heaven lights up the night. He name is Cynthia and she used to be an OVUM.
A wonderful omen.
And the day landed beautifully, as will my golden locks when they hit the pillow.