Jun 18, 2007 07:41
Saturday I rode from Idaho Springs to Georgetown and back - approximately 25 miles with a 1,000 foot elevation gain. It was fantastic. I have a minor crush on one of the women who rides with the group - which of course means I can say a word to her or anything I say comes out horribly wrong.
Sunday, for some god forsaken reason I decided it would be a good idea to go to Bubbaville (Bass-Pro). For those of you who haven't seen me in the last six months, my hair is a rich shade of mahogany with a reddish/purple hue and a strip of platinum over my forehead where my bangs would be - just funky enough to still be a little cutting edge but just normal enough to not send the attorneys at the office over the edge. So, I walk into Bubbaville and the very nice greeter was visibly stunned by my hair exclaimed "Oh, your hair!" He immediately recovered with "I like it, it's cute." I responded with the typical "Thank you” and was self conscious the entire time.
I was reminded of two things:
1) Theryn and me at Wal-mart in Lawrence when her hair was safety orange and the little boy went "mama, her hair is orange." The mother was agitated by the honesty of her child and chastised the little boy. Theryn said something that ended with "Well, it's true, my hair is orange."
2) The scene in SLC Punk where they are in the convenience store buying beer and Mathew Lillard's character says "They thought we were aliens" but without showing any tattoos.
Good times.