True friendship

Here's why I decided to cut my hair the day we got to St. Louis.

Me: (shaking my hair out of its ponytail) So, be honest. Is my hair OK or is it, you know, getting "pink kitty shirt girl" long?

Kristin: (considering for a minute) Hmm. Can't really tell since you had it up.

Me: (taking out my wallet to show her my new driver's license photo, wherein my super-long hair is down) I kinda look like angry white trash in this, huh?

Kristin: (looking, bursting into laughter and reaching quickly for her cell phone) Uh, let me call my salon and see if they can get you in later this afternoon.

Me: Good call.

I was afraid I was getting weird and foreign, out of touch with what was normal and/or fashionable back here in the States. Thank goodness for friends who are close enough to tell you like it is.

True friends don't let friends get pulled onstage at the Big Bang with pink kitty shirt girl hair.