Thursday, April 08, 2010

we just became official south americans.

There are so many things to tell about our last couple days in Bogota, including meeting the oldest and most charming policeman in the country, talking politics and Brazilian hitchhiking with a rattailed cutie in a French restaurant, and in general loving life despite the rain and clouds.

But more importantly, let's talk about how we just spent six months getting super long hair in prep for being cute in Miami only to HAVE IT ALL HACKED OFF at the "salon most famous in the city for completely changing your look." They didn't tell us that when we walked in, and we didn't notice the "Assassin Stylists" decor until it was too late. I'm going to be totally, 100% honest right now, because we're in a safe place I think:

We have mullets.


We have the exact haircut that every hippy Argentine EVER has. I've included this visual in case you don't recognize me next time you see me, and I just really wish I were exaggerating. Basically we are now heading to the most beautiful city in the country, wandering around with Kardashians and whatnot, and I have the same haircut I did when I was six years old. Awesome.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

ahhh, sucks! Chipped teeth, poverty stricken, and now Laurita-mullinita haircut...

Kilner_Clan said...

Laura. I hope you know that correct documentation of this experience is absolutely necessary. We need a picture. pronto. ; )

Paige Beckley said...

Sorry to hear about the mullet but thanks for the heads-up. If you hadn't blogged I might have thought that you bought in to the Argentinian mullet style. Oph. See you Sunday. :)

Anonymous said...

corte moderno?!?! que guay chica!