Follow up to Long live the up-do: The up-do lived long

(In order for this entry to make sense, please make sure you read Long live the up-do first.)

I am pleased to report that, despite the fact I didn’t sleep well at all, the up-do survived the night!

It also survived my shower…

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Church…

Mashed potatoes at Mom’s…

My conversation with the policeman about crazy neighbors who make emergency phone calls
to 911 because a dog is barking…

(Forgot to take a picture.)

And the Dash game!

Photo by Steve Orcutt

Photo by Steve Orcutt

(NOTE: The bandana is flair for work, not a gang symbol.)

I have to say, the up-do received rave reviews at the ballpark.  Manager Julio Vinas even commented on it’s up-do-edness.  It served me well for the majority of the game, but it was not, however, conducive to wearing my YMCA construction hat.

Hooray for the up-do!

Here’s the last photographic document from the day.

As you can see, a couple of the pin curls are falling out.

What caused this tragedy?

Well… after the game, I went to the wrap party for this amazing independent film called Ordinary Wilderness (check it out).  All the cool kids were outside on the back deck for awhile.  And that’s when the up-do met it’s match.

I was simply leaning up against the side of the house, delighting in conversations about teeth and accents and polar bears, and eating my half of a Klondike bar when it happened.  The deliciousness of the Klondike bar caused me to momentarily forget what was on the back of my head.  For just a few short minutes, I let my guard down.  All day I had been so protective, like a fierce Canadian goose watching over her gaggle of goslings.  But as I took that last bite, I felt it, and I knew instantly that it was over.

36 hours of perfection, and it all came down to this.

The culprit: vinyl siding.  Go figure.