Hair today, can we please go to Italy tomorrow?

Well, Jessica and I both got our hair cut and colored in Chicago. Hair color and cuts looked great on us both, nothing drastically different at all, but my stylist got all the gold/orange out of my hair and managed to make it a nice ash. I'm pretty sure we could have gotten something similar done somewhere else for several hundred dollars less but oh well, a person has to pamper themselves sometime.

We also both got our makeup done. I'm not one to wear much more than mascara, some foundation to cover up flaws and sometimes some blush. I thought since we were going to Italy I should really get some advice on eye shadow and more importantly lipstick.
I didn't want to trust my makeup to some 18 year old at the Mashall Field's cosmetic counter, that's why we scheduled makeup sessions along with the hair. I think I would have been safer at Mashall Fields. The first hint of trouble was when my "makeup artist" turned out to be a gay male. Trust me, I have nothing at ALL against gay males, except when they are doing my makeup.
When he was done, my worst fears were realized, I came out looking like a drag queen. AAHHHHHHHHHH. As much as I wanted to believe that everyone who worked in the salon was staring at me because I was a vision of beauty, I'm pretty sure it was more shock. I was scary, with cream makeup base applied with a sponge, eye shadow lining my eyes both above and halfway below, then dark brown eye shadow, scary blush on my cheeks that made my foundation look like wax, and lips outlined with a sort of mango lip pencil. By the time he did my lipstick I think he was giving up on me, and had just gone ahead and filled them in with the same pencil!
Those who know me well are aware of just how much I hate people staring at me. This truly ranked up there with dreams of being naked in front of a crowd. Every time I got into a spot that only had a few people, I was wiping my lips and blush off with the inside of my shirt. Never again will I do something like that. Luckily I won $30 later on a scratch off which at least paid me back for the cost of the makeup session, but not for the humiliation endured.

Jessica had a wonderful girl who did her makeup in soft young colors, and she came out looking great!
Oh yes, the movie wasn't filming that day so we didn't get to see any stars. :-(

Friday - still no letter from the school in Italy, so we headed back to Minnesota.
It's now Saturday night and still no letter.
I'll have to call the school again at about 2 am Monday morning our time, to see what address they sent it to.

I was also thinking that maybe the school could fax a copy to the Honorary consulate here in Minnesota. So I am also going to call her first thing Monday morning as well as the Chicago consulate and see if maybe they would accept the faxed copy if the consulate here notorized it. I'm thinking the chances are slim they'll accept it, but anything is possible.

TIME IS RUNNING SHORT! Our plane tickets are for Friday afternoon. *sigh* I am running out of happy thoughts.