Therefore I go with my roommate to shop to become blond and famous for a night (she is blond but not famous so she is closer to that reality). We go to various stores to buy dresses, accessories and sparkly eye make up (because I just also need to be the center of attention as well... I will do anything to get to talk more). I did not find my wig which is essential for the costume (I repeat: essential). Therefore, it was imperative to go back the next day (I repeat: imperative). Anyway how can I be blond and famous and not be blond? I am not that smart sometimes but that makes no sense . However, I found it after wrestling between two blond wigs (wigs are so much better than genes). After I found my wig I was all set for the weekend (I repeat: set).
Therefore, that Friday I have a birthday party. I have a dilemma. What is my dilemma? I have a blond wig but I cannot dress as Cascada because it is not Halloween (Cascada is my Halloween costume and socialites cannot repeat dresses much less repeat costumes). Therefore, I decide to be a spoilsport and wear my wig with my skinny jeans and a retro-looking top without any idea of what I really am. I ask my roommate what can I pass off as and she says I could be a 70's girl expect for the jeans which are not loose fitting (but they make me look skinny... there I go again). I leave my room dejected to go to the party when I ask my apartment mates what they think I can be and they give me a brilliant idea: Anna Nicole Smith (perfect). She is blond and infamous (and I was not even dressed in skimpy clothes to look like her).
The next day is finally Halloween and I have a party at my house (it is not an unusual occurrence). I finally get to dress up as someone blond and famous (as opposed to being infamous). There were some interesting costumes, including my blond and famous homey Taylor Swift and a princess (fictional but I believed she was a princess as well as blond and royalty). I will admit I had the most fun when they put "Evacuate the Dance Floor" because I was actually the center of the party (partly because I was on a table... what can I do when they put my song?).
Despite my blond and famous adventures I am glad I am back to being brunette (it has actually been proven by studies that billionaires are more likely to marry brunettes... maybe gentlemen do not prefer blondes but diamonds are still a girl's best friend). However, if my bid to stay brunette fails maybe I should really go put on a blond wig and marry a rich New Yorker (or a rich duke or count in London) and become a socialite (I do not know how that would work with all the constant partying considering that I sometimes even get tired of our own parties). However, maybe this is not the best idea if I do not want to risk becoming Anna Nicole Smith or worse: Paris Hilton (I run away scared without saying farewell).
