Hardcore Girly-Girl Day

There was cutting of hair, there was scented lotion. There was talk about boyfriends and dissaproving mothers. There was ooh-ing and ahh-ing and wall sized mirrors. There were before and after pictures. (Jenny's after is below). There was a bag full of makeup (!). There was talk of redecorating and couches purchased on overstock.com. There were hand rubs and scalp massages, and oh yeah, did I mention the BAG FULL OF MAKEUP?

There was a Pakistan day parade. There was a Pakistan day parade in the rain marching down fifth avenue with drumming and costumes and kids on floats pumping their hands in the air to raise da roof to music that was a powerful mixture of Brooklyn and Punjabi. There were umbrellas and smiles and happy chaos and a parade that got off to a late start because of too many good intentions.

I know that the Pakistan day parade might seem like it doesn't fit in with all the primpy and pampery things up above. But honestly, I can't think of anyway I'd rather spend a Sunday afternoon then soaking up the sounds at a parade in the rain and then wallowing around in face masks and discussions of split ends with my friends. Besides, one of the policemen at the parade told me he liked my Lela Lee bag. Go figure.

So here's Jenny after her haircut and here and here are sounds from the parade.