Modern Mullet.

This weekend Court and I were invited to a fun party at my book club friend Natalie's downtown loft. Ooh, how urban! We missed her party last year so we were extra sure to attend this year. Super good food, really cool loft, cute Polaroid picture (which we forgot to grab on our way out) and opportunities to talk to complete strangers for entertainment's sake.

It was loud and crowded when we arrived so we got some food and beverage and tried to find somewhere to sit. It wasn't going to happen so next mission: find someone to talk to so we don't look retarded. There was a nearby couple who also looked a little lost so I made them be our friends. They were gracious and acted like it was a good idea. Later we grabbed a spot on the couch when it came available and a couple of guys came and befriended us. This led of course to discussion about where we're from and what we do and blah blah blah.

So I'm a hair stylist. Sometimes I hate to give people this information because a.) what if they think I have ugly hair, and b.) what if they want a lengthy consultation and then I'll certainly never see them again.

So one of these guys who are our new best friends is hilarious and he's got pretty good hair (oh man I hope he becomes friends with me and reads this, that will be hysterical!) and he has a plan for his hair which involves keeping it nice and short in the front and around the ear and just growing the back of it out a little bit, "kind of like a nice modern mullet." He really said that! So I said "There is just one problem with that statement, you just used the word 'mullet'."

His friend mouthed "THANK YOU" at me and I'm pretty sure I just saved a life here people.

The moral of the story is, you can put whatever fancy word you want in front of it, but a mullet is a mullet is a mullet. I talked this cute fella into a modern shag. Doesn't that sound better?