Hold me closer tiny dancer....count the headlights on the highway...

I had a seventies flash back this weekend. Granted I wasn't born until 1976, this however doesn't mean that I can't participate with some old fashioned fun. Yes, I just called the seventies old fashioned. I went to a new hairstylist who has been a friend for about four or so years, however hasn't ever cut my hair before last Saturday. **Don't worry, Dad, I only trimmed my hair it is still down the middle of my back. (Dad likes long hair.)** She made me laugh by exclaiming that she wanted to straigten my hair because she has never seen it straight. When I was little my hair wouldn't hold a curl and now it is full of curl and wave developed when I was in college. I actually ended up in college with my hairdresser in Atlanta and when she saw me my junior year she flipped because she had been trying to curl it since I was seven. So first to my seventies weekend was my "ironed" hair. IT WAS SO STRAIGHT! I looked like a picture I have of me when I was sixteen! People didn't recognize me all day! That is why I like going to get my hair done. The second seventies event was watching "the Doors" the movie. Wow, lotsa drugs, lotsa sex, lotsa music makes a man sick, wealthy and dead. Then the third thing that made me laugh because it made me realize I was having a throwback was that I got into my car and on the radio was the Allman Brothers. I loved it. Things flowed nicely through out my weekend.

This morning I woke with curly hair again. Put the Doors back into their sleeve to return to Netflix and put on professional clothes to go to serve "the man" as one would say in the seventies. As I drove the short distance from my apartment to my workplace, "Tiny Dancer" by Elton poored across my speakers to remind me that the seventies weekend was almost over. I wanted so badly not to get out of my car but rather pull out of the parking lot and go back to my weekend. At the end of the song I shut off the car and my weekend and opened the car door to work week.