Kiki's Wild Ride (AKA Catering Crisis Part 2)

If I said that we finished our catering project and everything went off without a hitch, I’d be lying. As it so happens in the land of Basketcaseville, fact is always stranger than fiction. With the food warming in the oven, it was time for me to get ready, the little time I had to spare.

I took a nice relaxing shower and got out ready to get dressed to the nines. The first thing I did was reach for my bottle of Paul Mitchell mousse, which was suddenly nowhere to be found. Now, I have fussy hair – once I’ve completed my shower I have approximately 6 minutes and 30 seconds to do my hair before it turns into a complete disaster. It goes without saying that I missed my deadline by about 15 minutes as I continued to search high and low for my mousse.

I could have kicked someone, namely myself for being so ill-prepared. I wanted to look good for the shower. After all, this was my coming out so to speak. It was the first “event” where I was single and attending without J-Fed.

I wanted my newfound peace and happiness to reflect in my appearance, but twas not to be. With no hope, I threw my frizzy hair back in a ponytail and prepared to explain for the remainder of the night that no, I had not accidentally stuck my finger into an outlet.

With my nerves frayed, I got dressed and tried to make the best of the hair I’d been dealt. As I finished getting ready for the big occasion, my sidekick Frack showed up. Frack was here to soothe some of my friction. Unlike myself, Frack was always calm and collect. She realized that there was a method to the madness and she had made is her mission to help me at all costs. She was a dear friend and found great entertainment in the triumphs and tribulations that took place at Basketcaseville.