I'm gonna be a supermodel . . .

I've said it many times before, but exciting things tend to just happen to me. Today was no exception. This afternoon I walked to the lagoon to relax on the beach with a good book. After about 2 hours I decided to wander around and see what they had going on for the Brisbane Festival.

I happened across the Osadia Hair Show (www.osadiaonline.com). The designers were dressed in kimonos and doing outrageous hair designs on people from the audience. I watched for a little while and then went to see if there was anything else exciting around. I walked down to the waterfront and saw the interactive billboards. They had spots you could knock to hear music or sayings that went along with the theme. There were some tents for face painting, circus tricks for the kids and some amazing photography. But I had a hunch I should go back to the Hair Show, so I did.

I sat down to watch and had my hair down and flowing in the wind. I knew I was going to get picked. When the designer was looking for a new person, so many people were raising their hands to get picked. I just smiled shyly and showed my massive amount of hair he could work with. He pointed to me and the rest is history.It only took about 20 minutes for him to create this jurrasic concoction. I definitely had my 15 minutes of fame. I was stopped every few minutes for photographs and people kept telling me how beauitful I looked. Great morale booster. I then called Hanne and my roomies and told them they had to come to the beach because there was NO WAY I could walk home by myself. My dinosaur was a big hit with the kids and tourists loved me. I even got approached by some ghetto guys who told me my hair was "wicked." It was somewhat awkward waiting for my friends to arrive, but once they came it was fine. I ran into lots of friends who saw me from a distance and came to hear about my ridiculous hair. I was starving and somewhat unable to eat because of the glitter and paint on my lips. I finally wiped it off and grabbed some lunch. The roomies and I caught a bus back towards home and then walked the last stretch. I got some great looks from drivers and even a few whistles. One lady walked by and asked if my hair was for the Broncos game . . . I don't think T-Rex looks anything like a Bronco, but I was polite and told her it was for the Brisbane Festival. She then made some comment about me being hungover and yelled some awkward obsenities. I was just thankful I had the guys with me. When we got home we did a photo session and then finally took my hair down. It took about 20 minutes in the shower to get all the hair spray and paint out, but it was completely worth it. I got some amazing pictures and had yet another exciting adventure.