…because I am going to the airport for an insanely early flight (5 am!) with glitter eye makeup and ballroom hair from Wednesday night at work.
The good thing about ballroom hair is that if it can survive Latin rounds, it can survive anything. My ballroom hair laughs at a cross-country flight. Ha! Ha ha ha! it says.
(Side note: I hope the crazy number of bobby pins in my hair does not create a major TSA incident. But I think we can all agree that if my hair even budges during samba, that ALSO would constitute a national state of emergency, code burnt sienna. So really I’m doing it for America. USA#1!)