"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it."
- Oscar Wilde
"I am really in the mood to dress completely over the top today!" I exclaimed, looking at Sofi excitedly.
Mirroring my mood, she responded just as enthusiastically: "Great, I am all for it!!"
Sofi extracted the party clothes from her duffle bag with a flourish, but suddenly her face fell. "Are you sure that it's all right if I tag along?" She asked timidly. "I don't even know the boy..."
"Don't worry, Max specifically told me that I could bring as many people as I wanted to, especially girls! I guess they are a bit short..." I grinned, remembering the chance encounter at the bus stop the week prior and his delighted face when I had told him that I would come with female company.
I had actually invited some of my other friends as well, but none of their parents had been thrilled with the idea of their daughter partying in an unfamiliar village. Except for Sofi's. Although I am not so sure about the 'thrilled' part...
I was truly fortunate to be the daughter of rather cool parents! Not only did they allow me to attend parties, Mum even helped us dress up! (Although the fact that Mum - while groceries shopping - had coincidently discovered that Max was actually the son of our village doctor, had certainly not hurt...).
Still, she obviously understood our desire to go a little crazy once in a while and did not mind, as long as our grades did not suffer.
"You know, it won't stay like this for long!" She warned me, referring to our hair, which she had blown up to at least five times its usual volume. To my utter amazement, she had managed to make the stubble of hair on the side of my head look like it was actually supposed to be that way. Of course, the fact that it had already grown a bit during the few weeks that had passed since the hairdresser incident, had worked to her advantage.
"Yeah probably, but it doesn't matter. At least it looks great now!"
When Sofi and I were finally ready to go, after a lot of make up, poking and prodding and half a can of hairspray each, we were barely recognisable! Just when we were about to get our small purses and go, Dad entered the living room, having just climbed up the stairs from the ground floor. As soon as his eyes fell on us, he did a double take, before laughing out loud: "Oh, wow... this is priceless! Let me just quickly get my camera. I simply have to take a picture of you two!"
Sofi and I were not annoyed at my Dad's reaction at all, since it had been kind of cute really, half appreciative and half amused.
While we were waiting for Dad, I grinned at Sofi excitedly, almost not recognizing her under all the make-up and the huge hairdo, which she had adorned with leather ribbons. Judging by the way her eyes widened when she took in my appearance, she felt the same about me.
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The Hidden Path (WINNER OF THE BEAUTY AWARD for Spiritual)
SpiritualWarning! This is a book for the open-minded only! If you feel that you already know all about the mysteries of our existence, your view of life is set and you would like to keep it this way, then this book is not meant for you. Don't bother reading...