I reach for my hair dryer, plug it in, and set it to medium heat. The air blows my hair out as I finger comb my sandy blonde tresses. I’m not a natural blonde. I have to get mine from a salon. For that reason, I’ve always been jealous of Cole—he has the blonde hair I always dreamed of from years spent outside in the sun. He has the beachy, surfer look that you would expect on somebody out of San Diego, not somebody from freaking Brooklyn.
But I digress.
Once my hair is dry, I switch the dryer off, set it down, and then fan it out over my shoulders. It falls a few inches past my collarbone and has a slight waviness to it. I may hide my freckles, but at least I’ve always loved my hair.
I head into the main area of my studio apartment and grab a set of flannel pajamas for the night. They aren’t cute or anything, but even though it’s baseball season, New York City is still cold as shit in April. These will help me stay warm with the dodgy heater that my landlord is dragging his feet on fixing.
Padding my way into the kitchen, I grab myself a glass of wine and head over to my desk, setting the glass down and flipping my laptop open. With tomorrow being Opening Day, I need to make sure this post is ready to go before the game starts just after noon. The rest of my night will be spent right here, editing and perfecting the entry.
Might as well make myself comfortable.
Lucia
What time are you all getting to the stadium today?
Ella
I’m already on my way
Harlow
I’m getting dressed to head out the door as we speak
Rory
Running a bit behind today
Sage had some strawberries for her snack this morning and mashed them all through her hair, so I had to give her a bath
I’m still packing up her bag before I can get her out
Lucia
Are you bringing Sage out to watch the game today?
Rory
I’m going to try to, at least for a bit
The wind is chilly today, so I’ll bundle her up and try to catch a couple of innings before we probably end up back in my dad’s office, where it’s warm
Ella
Good
I can always use some company back there
Lucia
You’ll have some company if you come to watch the game with us, Ell
Ella
I could, but I could also watch the game on TV and not have to worry about getting hit with a foul ball
Harlow
Anyway…