Cheap.... purple.... hilarious

Not having running water for over 7 weeks, taking bucket showers is kind of..... finish the thought please. I thought I would add a very strange day and night I had with my sitemate Laurel. I copied this from her blog because she said it so well.

"On a recent Friday, Christine and I ran away to the city. We accidently let someone trim our hair. The trim resulted in losing at least 8 inches of hair and having more layers than seemingly feasible. Oh, and the cut? Horrible. I haven’t felt so ugly in all my time here. We were pissed enough that we decided not to go home. Instead, we went shopping for toothbrushes and tshirts and then let out our frustrations over pizza and beer. After dark, we showed up at our host aunt’s house in the city. Her son, who now is referred to as a woman, was firstly offended that she didn’t get to cut our hair and secondly appalled at what it looked like. She set out getting her friend’s hairdresser tools, attempting to salvage our hair (not really possible), and then getting us all dolled up to go out. What happens when former Miss Nicaragua Gay and now club entertainer does your makeup? You are ready for a drag show. And we were. We were also very thankful we didn’t have to look at ourselves that night. Ridiculous we looked, ridiculous we felt. The bar she took us to was playing 90’s rap—so fitting. Ridiculously, we threw our hands in the air screaming “heeeeeeyyyy hooooooo” and danced it all away…until we woke up in the morning with still horrendous looking hair. Our host cousin now refers to us as los pinches. To be pinche is to be cheap, stingy, or adverse to spending money. [Being pinche may have some reason as to how we ended up in the beauty salon in the first place.] I was telling my parents the sob story and about the neon pink and purple eye makeup to which my dad replied, well maybe your new haircut is cooler since your hair is shorter. And that’s the clincher. Not only is my hair NOT long like I asked for it to stay, but the few strands that hang down to the top of my shoulders are cut in such a crafty way to constantly cling to my neck. Gross feeling, gross looking.
But this country has done wonders for my sense of humor."