Several weeks ago, I wrote this post. I threw down the gauntlet, and announced to the world that I had chosen my date for becoming a brunette. I had decided that it was TIME, that I was OVER being blonde, and that I was ready to launch this little experiment into phase II: The Brunette Phase. And my day to do so would be the 3rd day of October, 2006.
Yeah, well, I’ve decided it’s not going to happen on October the 3rd.
I have a good reason, though! It’s not an excuse to stay blonde because I like being blonde, because I’m hooked on being blonde, because I’ve discovered that that’s the real hair color of the real me! It’s not. I swear…
The reason is because I’m going to Italy in a few weeks, and I want to visit that mecca of romance and overbearing men and dark featured people as a blonde.
When I told my best friend that I’d announced my date-to-go-dark to the world, she was horrified:
"But you have to come to Italy as a blonde!" she said, with exaggerated, gesticulating, Italian-inspired emphaticness. "OF COURSE you should come to Italy as a blonde, you NEED to experience Italy as a blonde, you’ll get so much more material and be treated so differently as a blonde." She'd never say it because she is the sweetest person, but I know in her mind she was thinking: "Duh!"
So, I’m thinking that I’m going to stay blonde thru Italy.
What do you guys think? Do we think this is a cop out?
The dates are set for my Italian adventure: October 11th the Mathematician and I fly away. We'll go to Rome, then to Prague for four days (Prague again! I can't wait!), then to Florence, and maybe Cinque Terre.
I can always go brown in November…or December…or perhaps I’ll go brown as a change for the new year? New Year, New You and all that jazz.
And of course, all of this only means one thing: that I’ll simply have to go back to Italy as a brunette.
I have to. It’s for the book. It’s for posterity. It’s for the greater good of blondes and brunettes everywhere.