I've been growing my hair out since K found out I had never watched Labyrinth and immediately pulled me over to the couch to change that. "It has David Bowie in it," K explained in an attempt to entice me.
"Who's David Bowie?" I asked. (I spent the bulk of my childhood with my nose buried in one variety of book or another, so I don't recognize a lot of commonly-known figures in movies and music.)
"Never mind. It also has Muppets, and it's not as dark as The Dark Crystal. You'll like it."
I remained skeptical right up until a song-and-dance number broke out, complete with Muppets and disturbingly tight pants.
"That's David Bowie," K explained as the song concluded. Amused, I set my skepticism aside and proceeded to enjoy the movie.
After it was over, I turned to K. "I want that hair for our wedding."
"What hair? David Bowie's?" K asked, clearly confused. We hadn't even begun discussing the wedding, other than the basics (as in: yes, we're getting married, no, we don't know when, maybe sometime after we graduate).
"No, Sarah's hair, from the masquerade scene," I explained.
K made a face. "Don't you think it's a bit... eighties?"
"I like the sparkly bits and the way it's down but not in her face," I said. "Maybe a less fluffy version?"
"OK," said K.
So I started growing my hair, and a few months later, we began talking in vague terms about what we wanted. Positive progress, with a single side effect: the nape of my neck gets uncomfortably warm during unpleasantly hot weather.
Today, however, looked promising in terms of avoiding the stickiness and excessive neck-nape heat. My alarm rang at 7:30 this morning with the sun streaming, but the breeze from the window remained cool. I'm still adjusting to a biphasic sleep schedule, so the wake-up call failed to thrill me in spite of the gorgeous weather. In an effort to wake up properly, I dragged myself out of bed, ate a banana, and hopped on my bicycle for the first time in a few years.
Almost immediately, my legs began to sting and the nape of my neck began to heat. The halter tie of the dress I'd chosen tried very hard to unknot itself, and the leggings rode down. (If you need another reason to avoid weight gain in college, please note that if you do, none of your clothes will fit, and you probably won't have the money to replace them with clothes that do.) I made it 25 minutes before stopping, including a brief pause to prevent a wardrobe malfunction. When I dismounted, I raked my right knee over the cargo rack on the back of the bike, leaving a slightly-red tender spot that hasn't visibly bruised (but still hurts when you poke it).