It’s been longer than that, but this is as far as I wish to think right now.
Last night was my niece’s quinceañera. It started at 6:45pm. We went down to V*land to get Husby’s hair cut before the party. Unfortunately, I didn’t listen to the voice in my head and take my clothes and camera with me. His haircut took way longer than we expected because the shop was ridiculously busy. I ended up having to go to the party with a pair of ripped tattered jeans on and a nice shirt. What a relief that I had actually done my hair before we got there, or I would have REALLY been upset. I was already embarrassed beceause everyone there was dressed like it was a prom.