Wine, food, and uhhh....a partial game of Marry, Date or Dump

Katie and I drove over to Shalinda's new house (another fourth grade teacher) for, of course, some wine, oh, and appetizers. At any get together with our teacher friends wine will almost always be a part of the menu or at least some type of alcoholic beverage.

After chatting it up and inspecting Shalinda's awesome laundry shoot we plopped ourselves on the couch and lazy chair for a game of Marry, Date, or Dump. In this game one person rolls the dice. The dice will determine what type of relationship choices you will have to choose from (marry, date, or dump is one; there is also live with, party with, or wrestle with; be your lawyer, surgeon, or pool boy; etc.) That person will then choose a card and on it will be a list of three male celebs. That same player secretly decides, depending on the roll, how each male celeb would fit into a relationship with them if they ever had the chance. The other players then try to guess what the rolling player decided on. The more accurate you are the more points you get. Well, if that confused you too much just know that it's a pretty fun game. Katie was definitely in the lead, but unfortunately the game was not completed due to...I'll leave it at that. If you were there you know what happened.

We abruptly stopped playing and went back to sipping wine and chatting. Finally, and I don't know how, the conversation turned to my hair and its curliness. Within minutes most of the girls started attacking my head of hair and fluffing it up and out to create, what another fourth grade team member called "an afro". I struggled to get away, but was pinned by Shalinda's muscular legs. I will go no further, but I will say that Katie was one of the main offenders. If you have curly hair you understand how important it is NOT to mess with it otherwise it will frizz to no end. However, my friends all have perfectly straight hair and are ignorant to the troubles those of us with curly hair go through.