So, around 11am on Golden Globes Sunday, my friend suggests that I get my hair blown out (i.e. straightened) for the show that night. Cool, I say. And an appt is made.
For whatever reason, the girl working on my hair didn't quite understand the term blow out. This is what she did. Which, granted, I actually really liked. But, I knew that there was no way on earth it was going to last all day.
Around 5pm, this is how it looked. Meh.
My friend tried to blow it out and here's the end result. I don't love it, but whatever. It is what it is.