~Unremarkable Bumps Along The Way ~

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Hair trial 
I tried the barrel updo but I couldn’t make them look right so I figured I would put them in some pinwheels and see what the curls look like.

Pros:
- I got big loose curls which I wanted versus the tight coils I did for Cynths wedding. ( J. asked why they have to be different. :/ They just do. )
-They are/ will be fancy enough to contend with updos. 

Cons:
-The curls are inconsistent based on where they were in the barrel. With super curly ones from the top and slight curls on the bottom. 

Tips for next time:
-Tighter barrels
-more water
-pipe cleaners and rods for backup semi quick curls

Hair trial
I tried the barrel updo but I couldn’t make them look right so I figured I would put them in some pinwheels and see what the curls look like.

Pros:
- I got big loose curls which I wanted versus the tight coils I did for Cynths wedding. ( J. asked why they have to be different. :/ They just do. )
-They are/ will be fancy enough to contend with updos.

Cons:
-The curls are inconsistent based on where they were in the barrel. With super curly ones from the top and slight curls on the bottom.

Tips for next time:
-Tighter barrels
-more water
-pipe cleaners and rods for backup semi quick curls

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Tomorrow I’m going to do another trial run on my hair for Becks wedding. (Less than a month away) This time I’m trying barrel rolls formed into a “updo”.

Found a fun tutorial by Afrikan Hair God on Youtube. He had genie locs and they were maybe 3 inches longer than mine but I figure the concept is more or less the same.

I am also trying not to stress about the Maine job decision that’s supposed to be some time this week. So this is killing two birds. A nice distraction with the possibility of awesome curls when I take the barrels out.

Fingers crossed.

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Last shots aka What can I see on my walk to the bus station? Included are shots from downtown, Eastern Cemetery and the Observatory.

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Portland in review

So I’m sitting at the bus station so its as good a time as any to evaluate my Portland experience.

It is super walkable and has some great spots and views so I would definitely come back. I am so mad there wasn’t space to pack my sneakers because there are some ideal jogging and walking trails I missed out on.

People here are friendly. Like 8 people said hi to me walking down the street. Perhaps I’m slightly jaded by my five years in NYC but it was refreshing. I also got some catcalls. :( 3 times from Black men with the usual opinions I didn’t ask for and once from a young White guy sitting with his friends listening to metal music along the promenade. The “you’re hot” didnt really worry me but when it was followed up by “I’ve never had sex with a black person before” I made sure to avoid their little group on the way back around the block.

I would have liked to have tried some restaurants, museums and boat trips but the trip was costly enough so I just kept a mental list of places to hit on my next visit. There are a lot of options for place to eat but I still had a whale of a time finding somewhere to eat by myself where I didn’t attract attention. That’s hard in most places so I won’t blame Portland.

The city has only about a 2% Black population but I never really felt like a unicorn which I worried about a little. There’s a visible community of African immigrants which I saw more of downtown and towards South Portland. On the East End where my Airbnb room was located I didn’t see much diversity outside of two Asian couples I passed on the promenade. Though I did hear someone consoling their baby in a foreign language so maybe its a different type of diverse.

All and all it was a decent trip and I enjoyed the tiny break from the ordinary.

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Plan C

This morning I woke up excited and ready for my interview at the District. court in Portland, Maine at 2:00pm. I got up on time. Left the house at 5:15 am as planned. Arrived a half hour early for my 6:30 bus and then the plan was destroyed. I waited and waited and at 7:20 the Greyhound bus pulled into the station. The bus driver then apologizes stating he was given wrong directions.

Red flag! This man doesn’t know the route and we have exactly 2 hours and 24 minutes to make the connecting bus in Boston.

I take my seat, cue loud obnoxious man with body odor in front of me and a curvier woman who cannot find a comfortable position to sit in next to me. Of course the driver then takes 20-30 min in the station doing God knows what. We get on the road. I incessantly check Google maps to try to convince myself we might make it.

Ha! He doesn’t know where the bus terminal is in Worcester (the next stop ). He asks the passengers getting off for assistance. The bus collectively groans. I cuss under my breath. We arrive in Boston at 10:30 am. 2 hours later than the arrival time on my ticket and 45 minutes after my connection has left.
I am told the next greyhound bus is at 4:15 pm and nothing else can be done. I hold my tongue unlike some of the other passengers with missed connections and proceed to a local Maine bus line (with buses every 2 hours) and buy a $23 ticket on their very next bus. It departs at 12:01, arrives at 1:55. Better but not great :(

I call the court office feeling super crappy. “Can my interview time be pushed back?” They tell me to come late and if its more than a half hour I simply have to wait for the other person to finish and use whatever time is left. Ugh.

At last, my luck turns. My bus gets in 5 minutes early. I get to the courthouse at 2:08 even with a taxi driver who couldn’t spell Federal Street for his gps (bless his little heart ). I manage to answer the typical questions like I practiced despite the less than ideal circumstances . (I no longer speculate bcuz who knows how everyone else did) And at 2:39 pm I am finally able to breathe again.

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Becks bachelorette festivities. For the first half we headed to a local Connecticut winery (SMV) where you could bring your own food. I made bruschetta which turned out well even after I accidentally pureed my first can of tomatoes.

The vineyard was nice, it had a tasting room and inside and outside seating. We had a sweet red (pictured), a white that was more dry and these frozen drinks made with Merlot called Merlitas.

After stuffing ourselves on appetizers we headed back to the MOH ‘s house to open the lingerie gifts that were banned from Becks shower since she didn’t want to open undies in front of her grandmother. Wedding trousseau now complete we got dressed for the evening portion. I pretty much just changed my shoes and jewelry then pinned my hair back.

We went to a popular area in West Hartford for dinner and had tapas style Mexican. So yummy! I had a two tacos, one with duck and the other with fried oyster, a bowl of brown rice and plantains. Then we went to a rooftop bar with limited seating so I spent a good portion of time trying to find the most comfortable position to lean on the high table and take weight of my heels.

At the end of the night I pretty much passed out. 4 weeks till the end of this wedding season.