i got a malaysian mullet

so i forgot to mention the most important news of the trip: i now have a malaysian mullet. yes, the other day tim and i were laughing about the mullet's popularity here, and talking about my imminent haircut. wouldn't it be funny if i got a mullet? ha ha ha. NO. it is NOT funny.

so you would think that if you got your hair cut at the FREAKING RITZ, you would be safe from trailer trash hair, yes? apparently, the answer is no. i met gilbert, my lovely hairdresser, and trusted him to keep my hair attractive, but to cut it shorter because it was just too long and heavy, and it's hot here. 20 minutes later, he's ankle-deep in my hair and I HAVE A MULLET! o gilbert, WHYYYY?

tim and joy claim it is attractive, but they are both very bad liars. at best, i look 30 years older than i am, and at worst, i am kid rock's twin sister. i am attaching a photo of me (at some point) with my old, pretty hair so you can remember me that way, instead of being mullethead.

and now it's time to vote: should we call the honeymoon the mulletmoon, or the honeymullet? you decide!