We didn't make it to Mexico.
Me and the hubs got to the gate for our early morning flight, and just as we were stepping up I realized I had not yet changed my passport to my married name. Of course, the hubs had booked us under our married monikers, as he should. I haven't been out of the country since we got married, so I haven't even thought about it.
So yeah, they didn't let me on the plane, and the sweet hubs refused to go without me. So we changed our tickets to go out to L.A. to visit the good friends with the sweet bebe, who is not such a bebe anymore.
But before we left for L.A., I went and got mah hair did. Whad'ya think?
Peace out from L.A. peeps. Don't underestimate the ability to fuck yourself over. It is a lesson well-learned.