Ugh

Sometimes when I get a haircut that I don't like at first, I start to change my mind the first time I wash it.

That didn't happen today. Haircut? Still hideous. It doesn't help that Lance keeps teasing me about how boyish I look. I asked him nicely this morning to stop because all it does is make me feel more sensitive about it.

I just said a trim. I didn't tell the stylist (HA!) to cut it this short. But honestly, it's not the length that bothers me as much as it is the style. It's shorter in front and longer in back...reminds me too much of a mullet. And I've asked...repeatedly...when getting my hair cut at these European salons if they would cut the back shorter than the front, and they always refuse. I have no idea why this is. But I should probably find a salon sometime next week and see if a stylist there can make this look a bit better.

Anyway, this haircut will be immortalized on my Washington state driver's license, which I will be getting in about a month or so.

Blah.

And in other news, we stopped in Lance's office today before he brought me here to the Airman & Family Readiness Center. Yesterday, the entire office was remodeled...new furniture...everything.

Yeah, they wait until he leaves and then redo it all. Heh.

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We just got back a short while ago from Lance's office Christmas party at Paganini.

It was good, except for the service. Our waiter was kind of an asshole. He's always there at Paganini...I've seen him every time I've eaten there. But he never really rubbed me the wrong way until this evening. He just had a major attitude problem and he kept acting like we were in his way.

Anyway, overall the dinner was great, and I think Lance really understands just how useful he is at the office. Everyone gushed on and on about how wonderful he is and how much they will miss him. And our meal was paid for. :) I thought that was really sweet.

We had large antipasti platters to share around the table. We ordered our own entrees. I had tagliatelle with salmon and cream sauce. Lance had lasagna. I drank some Pinot Grigio. Lance and I split a tiramisu. Dinner stretched out to almost 4 hours, but it was 4 hours that went by too fast.

Now it's finally hitting me. We're leaving... and we are not coming back. Tonight made that absolutely real to me.

Well, I'm sleepy, so I'll be going to bed soon. Tomorrow we depart for Amsterdam, where we will stay overnight. I have a friend request on Good Reads...Traci, I'll add you back when I have the chance. We're running low on internet time now.