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Last night, M & I went to a party at an aviation museum and the dress code was “business casual”. I realize that one might not consider sequins or an aviator cap meeting-appropriate, per se, but we felt the leeway was acceptable given the occasion (a party). It was awesome!

Life-sized models of the very first man-powered aircraft (successful or not) were laid out in all their rudimentary glory, all the way up to Boeing cockpits from the passenger jets of today. Of course, our favorites were the helicopters and airplanes from the 1940s and 1950s, and they had these amazing, fancily clad mannequins of yesteryear for a more genuine effect. Adorable.

We crashed every last flight simulator we got into – including an old hovercraft prototype – and it was just a lot of silly fun. Of course, M wore her vintage wings and leather aviator cap. (Poor thing fully expected to get a ride in a plane and I wanted to, too, alas.) Yes, in that photo above we are “flying”.

It was amazing to see miniatures of futuristic models, too, like the vertical landing and takeoff joint heavy lift rotorcraft:

In other news , holy macaroni and cheese, kittens, I got bangs! Soft, whispery, no-biggie bangs. I haven’t had truly serious bangs since early 2007, and they were VERY serious:

In short, too hard. Too much work, a bitch to keep up, grow out, etc. I loved them, but they totally traumatized me. I am not a girl who blow dries her hair. Curlers, sure. Curling irons I have down to a perfect science, but bangs this serious require rigorous styling and training almost constantly, which I am not for at this time. (Maybe later, though. I’m seriously considering a bob in the future. OK, jaw-length. Like in 2004, but modified for 2010.)

Let’s hope these are a bit easier to manage. I am rather fond of them!

I wanted a kind of soft bang as pictured above. I have a 2pm hair appt. It’s 1:07pm and I’m not dressed. My ends are CRYING OUT, they are begging to be put out of their sad, split misery.

But I just realized that it took me between 1-1.5 years to grow out my crazy blunt bangs, so I’m thinking a big, old EFF YOU, BANGS right now. That was sobering. You know? Although maybe since they’re not blunt, it might be OK? Plus, I’m having some serious, last-minute commitment issues re: my part. If I even get a slight bang, I’ll be committed to a part, right? LOOK, I DON’T GENERALLY DO COMMITMENT. I’m feeling very anxious right now. Maybe I should take an Ativan before this cut, you know? It’s freaking me out.

I’ve also really been enjoying all these fancy up-dos I’ve been rocking, they keep my hair out of my face, and if I get bangs – BOOM! – hair in the face. Do you think I’m overthinking this? Is this funny to you? Does anyone take a therapist with them to the salon? I’m thinking I might need to look into that.

OK. No, really. I’m getting ready to go to the salon now.

VS.

TRA LA LA, I LOVE MY SHINY NEW HAIR, with bangs hitting my jawbone: