Derrick and I were headed to the mall for Ike's appointment, and decided to go to Noodles beforehand, and then we saw National Treasure afterwards. (Which was very entertaining, if not completely unbelievable.) So I decided to "glam up" for our big date.
I was heavy with the blush and eyeshadow. It looked like it could be normal for some, but I never wear it like this. I essentially looked like a hooker. This is our conversation when he gets home:
Me: Hi!
Derrick: Hi! Wow....look at you!
Me: Do you like it?
D: Yeah...
Me: I thought I'd dress up a little for our night out! You really like it?
D: Yeah...You look like a....rock star?
Me: (laughs) Thanks!
D: You look like you're going clubbing or something.
Me: (can't keep the laughs in) Are you serious??? You'd let me go in public like this??
Then we both crack up. This picture probably doesn't do it justice. I don't actually like it, but for your enjoyment I shall post it. Please excuse the poor posture. My mother would be so ashamed. Oh, and you can see my new 'do. I got my hairs cut on Friday. I think it's pretty short, but I think I must think it's shorter than it really is, b/c it doesn't really look all that short, does it? Should I go a tad bit shorter next time??
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Mexican Evelyn? I think so.
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