The staff was kind enough to give me little bottles of hotel shampoo and offer to wash my hair in the spa facilities. Shortly after, I made my way back to the party, grabbing my gin & tonic and toasting to the sight of relieved faces from my coworkers, who immediately bellyached at my recent experience.
I would be lying to say that I didn’t panic at the thought of having to resort to a Cassie half-shaven ‘do or going completely bald eagle a la Coneheads, but I wasn’t exactly stressed out by the thought of losing my hair. I’ve had hair that ran the length of Pocahontas’ mostly out of procrastination to get a haircut moreso than separation anxiety. A part of me would have wanted half my head bare just to get the opportunity to tell folks how I got such a badass look, but I was also relieved that a little fire didn’t hurt nobody, er, me. Even if Alicia Keys’ blazing ode to confidence, “Girl On Fire,” now makes my memory chuckle, I pat myself on the back for never losing my cool. –Adelle Platon
Adelle Platon is a curly-haired writer for VIBE magazine and has the same impeccable laugh for everything. You can follow her @adelleplaton.