¡Olé!

I'm off for a week to visit the Southwest.  I have a few goals in mind for this trip, as follows:

1. Come back to New York as Estefania.
2. Eat a taco every day
3. Go for at least 24 hours without turning my phone on or looking at the internet.
4. At least once in every day, wear a bathing suit.

The only pictures I took this weekend.

For the past few months, I have made a new tradition for myself.  Saturday = Diet Dr. Pepper at McDonalds.  Most of the time, I go with my friend who lives around the corner.  It is one of my favorite things now about the weekend.  You know that life is good when all you want on the weekend is some time at McDonalds.  I mean, really.

Saturday night, I went to a Great Gatsby party downtown.

My friend, Amber, whom I have been friends with for nearly 13 years - we figured out that we are 4th cousins due to a polygamist ancestor.  Enough of that nonsense.  Back to Gatsby.  Can we just discuss though for a moment how that book is terribly depressing?  Not a single character has integrity.  Lame.  But here I am looking like Daisy Buchanan on the subway.  She rode the subway when she wasn't living in her mansion out on Long Island.  We are obviously twins.  

Brodster!

I shall never tire of the views from this rooftop.  If we can't party at a mansion on Long Island, this is a close second in places I'd like to spend my evenings.

Extensions

I've been thinking lately that I should change the name of this blog: Weird Things that Happen to Me

I'm going to let you in on a little secret about me.  Parts of me are fake.  My face for example, is most reconstructed, as I'm sure I have discussed on here a few times.  Also, my almost blonde hair?  A little spray of hydrogen peroxide, a little sun, and boom.  Blonde-ish hair.

Also, I sometimes wear extensions.  Kristy taught me about them.  Here is a photo of me the first night I wore them.  They add length and thickness to my hair that is amazing.

I apparently also needed an intervention about my roots.  

I mostly just wear them to church because who can wake up earlier than necessary to put in extensions to impress people in the office?  Not this girl.

On Sunday at church I mentioned to my friend that I was wearing my fake hair and she then asked if she could see it.  I took out a single piece - they are just clip-ins - and showed her how to put it in her hair, etc.  Nothing too complicated and no one was around.  About 30 minutes later I was riding home on the subway with a few friends, a woman and a man.  It should be noted that the man is single, and so he knows very little about women's beauty products.  My lady friend said to me - why is your hair so long on this side - and pulled an entire clip of hair off my arm while our male friend looked on in horror.  No big deal - just lost a huge chunk of my hair.

I just laughed and shoved it in my bag.  

Cover=blown

PS - If you want more information about my extensions, let me know.  I am happy to pass along useful information.  I'm wearing them in only one of the photos below.  Any guesses on which one?