June 17
I got a haircut. It's precious. Take my word for it.
When I was in Chicago for Jessie's wedding, it seemed that all the fineladies around me had just gotten themselves new cell phones. My cell phone was small and red and about 4 years old--the red was to match the Volvo--if you could ever call the rusty matte brick color a red. Which I guess I did, since I got the phone to match the car. Pretty soon afterwards, I got rid of the car, but kept the phone. It was very basic. It had voice mail--my message always seemed to infuriate my mother (Me: "If you're not calling me at home, I CAN'T IMAGINE why you'd be calling my cell!!" Her: "You sound like SUCH A BRAT!!") and it dialed. Sometimes, it got calls. Only sometimes, though. Sometimes, it would go straight to voicemail, and never indicate a message. I would take it on vacation with me, and be unable to retrieve any of my messages until I got back into my home area. Despite all of this, I didn't mind ("What do you MEAN you had your cell phone turned on?! I called you FIFTEEN TIMES, and every freaking TIME it went straight to voicemail!"). What made me mind was when I got a load of other people's ringtones. On the last day of my trip, Wendy was going through the various rings her phone was able to produce, and when she hit the Mexican Hat Dance, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I needed to get a new phone.
Cutting the story short, I DID go to the Verizon store and DID get a new phone. Of course, the phone I got was about a month before they came out with the photo-taking phone, but whatever, this phone was fine. There were downloadable games! Bartending applications, in case you were stuck at a bar with no bartender and someone asked how a Harvey Wallbanger was made! Most importantly, there were DOWNLOADABLE RINGTONES!! I am not at all embarrassed to say that I sat there, listening to tinny, horrible sounding clips from Modtone's extremely bizzare selection. You want your phone to ring "Baby Got Back" when your mom calls?! You got it!! You require "I Want To Sex You Up" for Uncle Fred? No problem!! Does "Happy Birthday to You" Put a tear in your eye? Well, shit! Let that be your new ring!!!
Despite how amusing I found the whole thing, I couldn't, I just couldn't bear to pay to download a song. How could I ever choose?! Who can decide between "Get Yr Freak On" and "Gossip Folks"? Exactly. YOU CAN'T!
Fast forward to yesterday. I was over at Angelo & Eleanor's house, bored with the Yankee Game and watching my mother sleep, I decided that I'd finally bite the bullet and choose a song, and so I did.
If you call me, my phone plays Freebird. Rock!
Speaking of things that are a little embarrassing, I bought myself and Nicole tickets to the Christina Aguliara/Justin Timberlake show in August. Oh, stop it. You know you want to come with us.
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