note for future events

apparently, kentucky was unaware of my ability to have straight hair.

i blame kentucky for this, as the humidity up to this point has been far to great to allow such a transgression.

but i broke down this morning (and again tonight) and said to my self, "self, i think i should straighten my hair." part of this is because i've been cutting my own bangs for six weeks now and pretty much they look good only if they're stick straight. but mostly, i get bored and need to switch it up a little.

well, my straight hair threw kentucky for a loop. i've never gotten so many compliments in any given day. never had so many near-strangers touching my head. (who knew all it took was a flat iron?)

i was at the bar, sipping my soda water with lime, pretending the little plastic cup also contained gin, when he sat down. i didn't notice him until he slapped a one dollar bill faceup in front of me, his palm resonating through the club as it made contact with the wood. i look up and he says, "that's for you."

i raise an eyebrow and wait. he leans forward. "that's my vote, for you being alive."

it is a compliment of mythic proportions, and i am most charmed. and folks, this is where the evening began. words like "sexy" and phrases like "you look hot" were bandied about by unexpected individuals, like they were going out of style.

i left early, choosing to stick with what the evening had given me, and grinned all the way to my car.

here's some pictorial evidence that there was nothing out of the ordinary about me tonight (please ignore how perplexed i am by my newfangled picture takin' machine):





i have two theories.

1. people from kentucky, they like straight hair.
2. stale market, fresh meat.