Highlighting my hair

So, I highlighted my hair yesterday. In the morning, I talked with my Mom and told her what I was gonna do, and she was like "Don't overdo it or you'll look stupid in all the wedding pictures." Anyway, with that threat duly noted, I headed to the salon. And there my hairdresser gave me a nice subtle platinum blonde look. Okay, not quite, but it's always amazing to me the difference between my definition of subtle and my hair dresser's. I thought it looked really light, but when i got home one of my roomates didn't notice, so it must not be too bad; time and the wedding family pictures will tell.

Last night was the-guy-I'm-seeing's birthday (I call him that instead of his name). Anyway, being that he now has the karaoke-fever, he rented a karaoke room for a bunch of us and we went. It really adds a new dimension to karaoke when you're not in front of strangers but instead in a little, hot, and stuffy room with people you mostly know. For instance, any singing that ever happens in regular karaoke is right out the window. It is then instead about singing every song (even if it's not yours) at the top of your lungs with your mouth all over the mic and throwing in hilarious jokes. With that in mind, some of me and my posse's choices were Spice Girls, Barbie Girl, It's Raining Men, etc. Mark, one of the guy-I'm-seeing's friends gave him a birthday shout-out along with the chorus of each song he sang. At about 1:30 am, I started anticipating the fun day of work I would have today and that's when the fun hilarious karaoke room began to turn into my personal version of hell, where you just hear screaming in a cramped, unventilated room. I'm just kidding, but those are my worthless observations from yesterday. KC arms! - Naomi