Twas Brillig

Flashback Friday, dear ones.

Really, I can’t believe I’m about to post this picture. But it just had to be done. It was time you knew the truth.

There she is. The “blonde” Brillig.

Breathe. I know. It’s a lot to take in.

Let’s just say that blonde didn’t really, um, work for me. But hey, every raven-haired beauty has to try blonde at some point, right? Just to know for sure?

(And yes, I’m using the word “blonde” VERY loosely. It’s more like… electric yellow/orange?)

Here we’re at the year-end Drama Awards ceremony, the end of my senior year of high school (1996, if that helps to explain the fashion–though not the hair color…). Some of the awards were serious, but mostly they were just funny. You see, Matt was the Drama Club President (I know, hard to believe) and it was therefore his job to come up with the various awards and their nominees. There were many categories, all of them bizarre, and I actually won quite of few of them. Bryan, the strapping young lad by my side, is holding most of my trophies. Aren’t they lovely? I don’t actually remember what they were all for. I do, however, remember that the broomstick with the great big bow was my award for “biggest witch”. Now, I need to clarify that I won that NOT because I was a brat (though that’s why the other nominees were nominated…) but because I had played the Wicked Witch of the West in the school’s production of The Wizard of Oz.

Cuz really, I was a very nice girl. Not a witch at all.

(Kate has a pic of my Wicked Witch and her Auntie Em here if you’re dying to see it–which, of course, you are.)

The other award is the snorkel, which you can barely see. This was an award that Bryan and I won together. It was the, um, best kiss award. A snorkel to remind us to come up for air.

The best part is, though, that I was kind of a shew-in for this award. After all, the nominees were:

Brillig and Mark,

Brillig and Tommy, and

Brillig and Bryan.

(Again, NOT because I was the only one doing any kissing… I think. But rather, because Matt had a wicked sense of humor and loved the idea of humiliating me in front of my peers… and teachers… and school administrators…)

As for the dashing young Bryan, he was my boyfriend for a significant time and endured many MANY hair colors and was remarkably devoted to me. He would be fodder for some outrageous Soap Opera Sundays if I hadn’t caught wind that he… uh… reads my blog.

Hi, Bryan.

So, yeah. I’m not likely to tell those stories. Though I’m proud to announce that he and Tommy make a brief appearance in this Sunday’s SOS.

And so, do blondes really have more fun? Nope. At least not in my case. My blonde days were the darkest, saddest, awfullest days of my life. And it only lasted about a week, maybe two. Still, they’ll always stand out as a particularly bad time.

Brunette is SO much more fun.