Some girls get together and go dancing. Others get together, drink prosecco, eat cheese and chocolate and braid hair together. And by “others.” I mean me and two of my fabulous friends … let’s call them K and R. What’s that you say? Braiding hair together isn’t a normal activity for a bunch of grown women to partake in together? I say you don’t know what you’re talking about!
The idea started as a joke after I got the Braids, Buns and Twists book for Christmas. To put it in perspective, by BF’s teenage cousin got the same book for Christmas. I’m obviously very mature. After realizing that our “joke” braid book club was actually a stroke of genius, R, K and I scheduled a braiding blowout for the first Friday night we all had open.
I brought the braid book and a couple of bottles of prosecco, K offered up her apartment and some delicious chocolate lava cakes, and R brought cheese. Lots and lots of cheese. After a few glasses of prosecco, stuffing our faces with all varieties of cheese and devouring fresh-from-the-oven chocolate cake with a side of ice cream, we got cracking on our braids.
The bubbles might have impaired our braid judgement, but I think we all achieved a pretty masterful braided look. K got well on to her way to being a professional french braider, R crafted a braided hairstyle for a wedding she’ll be in this summer and I worked on a double-french-braid-into-a-low-bun look. I liked it so much I even rocked it the next day. I even took a few awkward selfies to prove it. One while slightly buzzed and two after just waking up the next morning. Aren’t I glamorous?
While I’ll be the first to admit that my braiding skills aren’t totally professional yet, I do plan to put in a lot of face time with my new book over the next few months. Who knows, maybe I’ll even whip up a fancy-pants tutorial for you.
So there you have it, my super mature Friday night. If you don’t think staying in and braiding your hair is fun, I don’t think we could ever be friends.