Ate waaaaaaay too much chicken BBQ yesterday. At the end, my grandmother mentioned that I go to Crimson, and the restaurant owner actually asked me to sign her autograph book, reserved for local celebrities, anchorpeople, etc. I refused.

Off to start my last day of meeting friends and (hopefully) getting my hair straightened. I must have been on crack when I agreed to a wave on Friday. My hair looks like the way it would without a speck of perm-ation. a little neater on top, but otherwise pretty much the same.