But, alas, I didn't.
And in the state I was in at that moment, I'm really not sure I could've remembered how to work the buttons anyway.
But fear not...I can provide you with visual evidence of the disaster!
Remember I told you my hair was a grayish color with platinum, almost-white streaks all throughout? Remember I said it reminded me of the ever-popular frosted hairdo of the 80s? Well. What I forgot to tell you was the part about the diffuser. And, really, it's key to helping you understand how No Cry Kristy found herself so distraught over something as silly as hair.
So, after Perky Girl lifted the towel (and brought me a paper bag to breathe into), she asked me to please let her "just dry it" so we could see if the color would "even out some". She asked me how I normally styled it at home (I guess she thought at that point a little normalcy would help calm the rising panic in the room). I told her I just usually let it air dry, for the most part, but that I sometimes used the diffuser a few minutes to add a bit of volume and curl, when I wanted it to look especially nice.
She quickly pulled out the diffuser.
I yanked my glasses off so she could work freely, without anything hindering the fix-it process. I felt like we were in a delicate spot. Like if we did everything right from this point forward, the zebra stripes in my grey-green hair would magically disappear. I held my head perfectly still. (I know. But when you're praying for a miracle, you want to make everything as miracle-friendly as possible.) The more she diffused, the more poufant-y I started to feel, but I just kept my eyes closed and pictured myself in my Happy Place...with good hair. When she finally told me I could put my glasses back on, this is what sat staring back at me in the mirror. Pretty much spot-on.
...Well, minus the come-hither eyes, pursed lips, and eagle talon earring. My subdued make-up and smaller-than-a-windshield glasses may have said 2010, but my hair said, "Whoa OH...livin' on a prayer!" I was ready to rock.it.OUT.
Only Richie and Tico were no where to be found. Now you understand the tears.