Tonight at dinner, amidst cheers over the Dallas Cowboy's victory, ...our table was cheering for something else. No "Tony-No-'Mo" fans here! We were cheering at discovering the opening credits of the Family Guy "Star Wars Parody" on the DARK SIDE of the restaurant.
Which sparked another nerdy conversation...
"I can name 5 Star Wars Characters."
"Hmmm. I can name 5 Star Wars Characters from the books that weren't mentioned anywhere in the movies."
"Oh yeah? I can name 5 Star Wars Characters from the books that didn't even have a NAME!"
I believe that "cool" is a relative term.
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My social experiment is a bit more complex than my husband's socially-unacceptable knowledge base of the above mentioned epic masterpiece...
In fact, this social experiment is about my personal journey to the DARK SIDE. That is, my transition from blonde to brunette.
A LONG TIME AGO (well, 2 weeks), IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY (let's call it The Hills)...
It all started with a little frustration... from wearing my hair up in a messy wet chignon on top of my head for days on end while I work... to hearing people say, "Look Grandpa-- you've got a cute blonde taking care of you tonight-- you should be just fine! Wink Wink!" (Ew. Gross.) I had reached my breaking point. I shunned the bleach and embraced my roots in one quick trip to the salon...
...and Garrett came home to a brunette. ***SURPRISE!*** (as mentioned before, life with Amanda is never boring.)
WHAT A DIFFERENCE.
WOW.
Suddenly, people talk to me like I have a brain between my ears. Gone are the days of waitstaff harassment-- you know, where they eyeball my drivers license asking me what my birthday is when I order a glass of wine with dinner. Other women are actually NICE to me... I've had friendly conversations with more strangers this past week than I have ever had in my entire lifetime. Men look me in the eyes instead of giving me the "once over."
It's kinda nice.
I kinda like it.
Ok. I REALLY like it.
In fact... "I've got a very GOOD feeling about this." :)
