Big Hair Beach Bash

Tonight our fam went over to church for the First Annual Big Hair Beach Bash. Say that
three times fast. The Beach Bash part was simple enough. There was sand and a wading pool for the kids. There were grilled hotdogs, fruit salad, and tons of cookies and treats. We spread beach blankets on the floor, filled our bellies with great food, and watched the kids chase beach balls and play volleyball, bare feet slapping on the carpeted floor.

The wacky part about the Bash was not the shorts and swimsuits in the middle of the coldest March since the '70s. It was the big hair part. I'm not really sure whose idea it was, but it was definitely a big idea.

Um, what can I say to describe the glory of Big Hair? There was glitter, there was teasing (and not the kind that happened in kindergarten), and [insert dramatic pause here] there were cans and cans of hairspray.

Now some of you may shrug your shoulders and say, "so what?" But others of you will nod your heads knowingly and smile a smile of things remembered from days gone by. To put this into a little perspective, I will tell you now that my award at the end of 7th grade was "Most Flammable Hair." I used to have six to eight inch bangs (depending on the humidity level) and "lacquered and/or shellacked" was an integral part of my hair care regime.

So, as you can see from the above photo, tonight was not only a lot of fun, it was a walk down memory lane on a section of sidewalk I never thought to trod again. It brought back a lot of old memories, and made me realize that as much fun as I remember having back in the day, I am having way more fun now.