As I'm about to head to CK's hometown of St. Louis next week to celebrate the holiday season I'm reminded of the first time I headed there to meet CK's family and the story I purposely omitted from the blog recap.
I didn't write about it because I was flat out mortified, MORTIFIED, but as time passed I'm finding the humor in it all and can finally share it with you guys - so here goes.
I was nervous meeting CK's family, I wanted to make sure I presented myself well, followed through with all the manners my mother taught me and overall make a good impression. Pretty standard stuff for anyone meeting a significant others family.
Things were going well, because his family is awesome, but when it became time to get ready for a nice dinner out I did something I didn't have time to get to prior to my departure from Cleveland - dye my hair.
Now let me explain myself here, I get my hair professionally colored, highlighted and cut every 6 weeks like clockwork. I use the term "highlight" loosely though because it's really more of a low-light to keep up with the look of my dark brown hair.
Sometimes my low-lights became too light and get "stripey" (this was when I was with my old hairdresser, fyi, not my awesome Mindy who introduced me to Tressa Watercolor Color Maintenance Shampoo), so I would get Clariol Nice 'n Easy Root Touch-up Kit at the drugstore for in between color processes. Only for the highlights on the top of my head.
Wanting to again put on a good appearance for CK's family, when I noticed the "stripey" look right before heading to STL I picked up the 10 minute process hair color and decided to touch up when I got there. I've done it 100 times before, I even brought a plastic bag to wrap up the remnants all safe like in the trash when I was finished.
If only it was that easy.
Once the 10 minute process was over I bent over the tub to turn on the shower not realizing that when I bent down, the top of my head, with all the black colored hair dye,had essentially made a long blob shaped stripe down the side of the crisp white linen shower curtain.
Permanent black colored hair dye.
All over my boyfriend's parents crisp WHITE cloth shower curtain.
Because I couldn't scream the F word at the top of my lungs I started to cry, then started to laugh.
Once I finished getting ready I headed straight to CK's stepmom, brought her to the scene of the crime, apologized profusely and pretty much wanted to crawl into a dark hole.
WHO DYES THEIR HAIR AT SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE?!?!?
She must have thought I was bat shit crazy. It serves me right.
When I got back to Cleveland I headed to Bed Bath and Beyond to purchase and send them a replacement shower curtain - still mortified.
You guys, I was so embarrassed by the whole thing I didn't mention it to anyone, not even my best friends who I over-share everything with. It wasn't until this past summer after much more quality time with CK's family that his stepmom Florence told me that the whole thing actually endeared me to her, and thinking it was hilarious, told all of her friends.
Awesome. At least we both can laugh about it now over a year later - phew.
So can anyone top this? Have you done something this mortifying in front of your significant others family in the beginning of a relationship?
Please share so I don't feel like such a schmuck.
Happy Thursday, kids.