Tuesday, November 14, 2006
No, It's not a Star Trek Convention
So this past weekend I met up with some ladies from the Young Survivors' Coalition Bulletin Board. I had no idea there were so many young women with breast cancer in this area...somebody on the boards asked, "What, is there something in the water?"
Anyway, we met at Big Buck--which I'd only ever driven past before on I-75. It has a giant beer bottle outside and much of the furniture and lighting fixtures inside are made with antlers. It is HUGE. There are tv screens everywhere, including the bathrooms.
So after a while the cameras materialized and various pictures were taken. I am relieved to know that I can give up on spending any time whatsoever drawing eyebrows on as they are invisible anyway. The most entertaining photo is the one where the people at varying stages of baldness and wigness took off our hair/hats/scarves and lined up in order of hair regrowth from cue-ball smooth to several months' growth. I cannot imagine what the other people in the restaurant must have thought.
See if you can spot me:
(Hint: I'm the short one.)
I only regret that I wasn't terribly outgoing and didn't manage to talk to the ladies at the other end of the table. Next month there is some talk of getting together for a cookie exchange; I will be happy to go with or without my hair.
Anyway, we met at Big Buck--which I'd only ever driven past before on I-75. It has a giant beer bottle outside and much of the furniture and lighting fixtures inside are made with antlers. It is HUGE. There are tv screens everywhere, including the bathrooms.
So after a while the cameras materialized and various pictures were taken. I am relieved to know that I can give up on spending any time whatsoever drawing eyebrows on as they are invisible anyway. The most entertaining photo is the one where the people at varying stages of baldness and wigness took off our hair/hats/scarves and lined up in order of hair regrowth from cue-ball smooth to several months' growth. I cannot imagine what the other people in the restaurant must have thought.
See if you can spot me:
(Hint: I'm the short one.)
I only regret that I wasn't terribly outgoing and didn't manage to talk to the ladies at the other end of the table. Next month there is some talk of getting together for a cookie exchange; I will be happy to go with or without my hair.
Labels: baldness, eyebrows, Michigan, star trek, wigs, YSC
Comments:
Janet - I find it hard to believe that you're not outgoing! Sounds like you all had a wonderful time. Wish we could have a Texas get-together!
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