Blondes, Boston, Rachel Zoe & Witches.

I tried. I tried really, really hard. I even said things like "I feel more like myself as a brunette" (which is true cause, you know, I am). I got into a fight with my mom about it. I took a mental tally of how many blondes I saw on the street versus brunettes. And I did like it. Until it became a brassy, red as a Macintosh apple color that reminded me of strawberry's gone rotten. It wasn't until this weekend, sitting with Amelia in Salem, Massachusetts that I turned to my consummate blond friend, looked her in the eye and said "I hate my hair."

So I'm back to being a blond and for CHRIST'S SAKE the next time I say I'm dying my hair, remind me of this post.

Now that the requisite narcissism is out of the way...

I went to Boston this weekend. At 10 o'clock on Thursday night, I realized I was beaten down by the city, sick of not getting replies from jobs and internships (INTERNSHIPS- NON-PAYING JOBS), tired of spending time in my apartment, so I sold my old iPhone and with that money decided to hop on a bus to Boston. Under the pretense of checking out the city for next year, I called Amelia and told her to save me a place on her couch cause I was on my way.

At the bus depot, she picked me up in consummate Amelia style, cranked up the first of the 11,000 Lady Gaga songs we would listen to over the weekend and we were off. When asked if we were going back to her place first to freshen up and chat, she looked at me and actually said (verbatim) "No. We gotta get started if we're ever going to finish."

This weekend wasn't only just a wonderful because I got to spend time with my friend. Oh, no, no, no. This weekend was magic. MAGIC! Why you may ask? In 1993 a gem of a film was released by Walt Disney Pictures. It starred Bette Midler, Sarah Jessica Parker, Kathy Najimy, Omar Katz, Thora Birch & Vinessa Shaw. In the movie, which took place in the small, idyllic town of Salem, Massachusetts, a virgin lit the Black Flame Candle thus unleashing three sisters from Hell who were hanged for being witches in 1693! This movie is, of course, Hocus Pocus.

On Sunday, I was given the opportunity of a lifetime to go to Salem. Salem is the location of the Salem Witch Trials, a showplace for quintessential New England, the literary inspiration of The House of Seven Gables, and, of course, the hometown of the Sanderson sisters. It was, in all honesty, a dream come true. Something I literally get to check off my life list (#167- Go to Salem, Massachusetts).

A quick recap:
First we saw Bunghole Liquors and indulged our inner 11 year-old little boy.



Then we saw it again. This time we got matching Bunghole Liquor key chains.

Then we saw a scary cemetery!

Then we went to a museum! With dioramas! (We weren't allowed to take pictures there.)
Then we saw this:
Why yes, that is the house where ALISON LIVED IN HOCUS POCUS.