Adventures to Birmingham

I'm not sure if I mentioned this in a previous post, but for my birthday my brother brought me P!nk tickets. I can't explain how excited I was. With 2 months two go, I patiently waited down the months and weeks and days until the 22nd of April was within tasting distance. Then I got super excited. 

The concert was in Birmingham which is about 3 hours from where I live and my brother booked up some swanky looking hotel rooms for us (he was coming with me). My darling friend, Jess, lives in Birmingham so the plan was to meet up with her on Monday day and then see P!nk in the evening. It was a plan that was perfectly laid but as we all know, the most perfect of plans usually fall flat and end up a giant waste of excitement. 

On Monday morning I got up ridiculously early (half 6? Is that even a time?! I think not) and threw some clothes in a bag and off we set. For the three hours that we were travelling, I was texting Jess back and forth about where to meet her and what was going on and how very very very excited I was to see her. We got there in the end and ... Jess got lost. That crazy creature of a girl had managed to get lost in the city that she has known since she was a mere child. Only her. Tut. But anyway, I eventually saw this lovely girl with her dipdyed hair walking towards me. Eep! 

I can honestly say I've not had such a good day for a very long time. We didn't do anything particularly special. We moseyed around 2 Pandora shops so that she could try and find the Pandora charms that the Girls Aloud girls have because she is absolutely insanely obsessed with them. We obsesseys tend to stick together, you know. We spent god knows how long in various toy stores pressing buttons and gizmos and marveling at just how bloody wonderful Disney is and how lucky kids are to be able to have all the toys and games and clothes and teddies and stuff brought for them. We went and saw the Birmingham Bull which I had never heard of but is, apparently, a  very big attraction in Birms. We got a Starbucks and sat and chatted for a while. We were asked the significance of a church by a french woman that we were't able to answer. We went to Primark and shared our disgust at pretty much all the clothes there. It seems like an average day and it probably was. But I loved every second and Jess, if you're reading this, I love you very much. 

First View of Birms... Glass

So Jess dropped me off at my hotel and off she went into the sunset so that I could get ready for P!nk. I spend some time enjoying the amazing shower in my hotel room and watching TV, reveling in being able to pick the channel I wanted and the volume I wanted. Heaven. Cut to a while later when my brother and I are in a bar having a couple of drinks before we leave. Finally. The time has come. Nothing can stop me from seeing P!nk now. 

All dressed up with no place to go

Except a phone call from Jess saying that she'd been sat next to two girls on the train that had been crying their eyes out. Why I hear you ask? Oh. You know. Because P!nk had cancelled. Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. 

So I didn't get to see her and I am gutted. She has said that she's going to reschedule but it doesn't make me any less bitter. Boo. Hiss. 

 Drink the sadness away

Instead, we went to a swanky Indian place and were treated like royalty. It's funny how well people treat you when they know their food prices are sky high. Hmmm. 

Back in my hotel room I watched the last episode of Broadchurch (gasp! Amazing!!) and enjoyed a verrrryyyyy nice nights sleep. And then we were off home. Back to boring old Devon where there's not as much pollution, more fields and my Mumma, but also void of the excitement that comes with being somewhere that you don't live. Sigh. 

Bye Bye Birmingham

So I didn't get to see P!nk and my first trip to Birms wasn't exactly what I thought it would be, but I had a beautiful day with a beautiful girl that I will remember for a long long time. And hey, if P!nk does reschedule, maybe I'll get to do it all over again. Jess, get ready. Megan's coming back! #

Did any of you readers have tickets for the same concert at the LG on the 22nd?? I don't suppose you did, but let me know! Or have you been the victim of a concert cancellation? What did you do instead? Let me know!

Ps. I'm sorry for typing P!nk with the exclaimation mark so many times. It winds me up too. 

PPS. If you fancy giving me a little follow on Instagram, my username (Instaname?) is Megrudders_ 

M x 

Shiny, Shiny Hair.

Recently my hair has had enough and well and truly given up the ghost. After having it cut, I couldn't believe how lovely it felt and how soft and healthy. Ooft. It was amazing. At that time I was dying it from my natural blonde to brown so I knew that I would be redying every 6 weeks or so. And then I got bored of brown and wanted to go ginger. So off to Tesco I went and brought me some ginger dye and ... it didn't work. The brown was too dark and the colour just didn't take. Way to waste money, Megan. But the next day my friend and I had the brilliant idea of bleaching it to make it dip dyed! Yay. Smart move. Only the ends of my hair turned, what, the blonde that I now wanted? Nope. The ginger that I had wanted the previous day. But I looked like some kind of ginger/brunette crossbreed which was not attractive. So with the rest of the bleach that we had, we dyed the top half of my hair and, although effectively turned it ginger, managed to kill it. My newly alive hair wasn't so alive anymore. Weep. Sob. 

So I've been using different products in an attempt to revive my hair but alas, to no avail. 

(This is where I get to the point of this blog post. I'm just setting the scene. Megan. Dead hair. Got it? Good) 

Wandering around my local little (and I mean tiny) pharmacy the other day, I was on the hunt for a hair mask or treatment of some kind and came across V05 Hot Oil Give Me Moisture. I had a vague memory of my mum using it in the past and so at £3.50 for four treatments, I brought it.

 Each treatment comes in an individual soft plastic tube with a twist top. Before opening, you just drop it in some warm water for a couple of minutes (or you can drop it in the bath with you or run it under your shower water) and then take the top off and whack it one your hair. The instructions say to only leave it on for one minute because it's strong and can cause damage if used for longer. I'm not too sure about that because companies say all kinds of things to cover their own backs if anything goes wrong, but I left it on for a minute none-the-less and then washed it off. I have to say, my hair didn't feel much different at that time but  you know, you have to give these things a chance. I've read a couple of people saying that the smell is a bit too strong for them but I could barely smell it at all. You then wash your hair with shampoo and conditioner as usual. 

When I blow dried my hair with my usual heat defense, I noticed immediately that it felt softer. It almost feels how it did before I bleached it which, let me tell you, was bloody unexpected. It also look so shiny! Yay! The stray hairs that were sticking up all over the place and really grinding my gears before stayed down and in place which, with my current bob, is an absolute must. Random hair sticking out really doesn't look good but this oil seemed to help tame my hair a little. I'm absolutely thrilled. 

For the price, this is a must have product. It says that you should use it once weekly or more if necessary and seeing as that would only be £3.50 a month, I'll definitely be investing. My hair looks and feels so much healthier and it's surprising how much better you feel about yourself when your hair is in good condition. 

 

I would highly recommend this product to anyone in need of a hair boost and seeing as the pharmacist I got it in was a very small town one, I'm sure that you can pick it up in any Boots, Superdrug or drugstore. 

What're you waiting for?! 

M x 

Just What I Didn't Need....Another Obsession.

At this very moment, I have an essay and a piece of coursework that are screaming at me to be written. One is due tomorrow and the other is needed to be handed in tomorrow for review. So what do I do? Neither. 

Time to update my beloved blog. 

I noticed that I've gone from several updates per month to one or two and that makes me sad. I don't want it to get neglected so I am going to try and update more regularly! I promise! 

Months and months ago, my darling sister told me that there is a show that I should really watch. Apparently it was really funny and glittery and amazing and "it has the woman from Will and Grace in". Now, I love Will&Grace and Karen was a bit of an idol of mine when I was younger - who doesn't love that drunk, pill-popping bitch? - but it turns out that she didn't mean Karen, she meant Grace. And that show was called SMASH. 

SMASH is now my life. 

As is Debra Messing. 

SMASH isn't very popular in the UK and I'm not sure if it's even shown here because I have been watching it online, but the very brief idea of it is an ensemble of people are trying to put together a broadway musical about Marilyn Monroe. And it is incredible. We're introduced to the producer, director, lyricist, composer, dancers and the two girls that are battling it out to get the main role of Marilyn. The show has a bit of Glee about it in the way it has full musical numbers, but they're (mainly) from the musical and so I think blend into the show in a far more natural way than the songs from Glee do. Plus they're all original songs that are written by a team that have worked on musicals such as Chicago. It's all pretty top notch stuff. 

So far there have been two series of SMASH and it's looking like there won't be a third which is such a shame, but there will never be a time that the soundtrack from the show won't be on my Ipod from now on. I love musicals and broadway and the soundtrack is perfect. The two ladies that are competing to be Marilyn (Katherine McFee as Karen Cartwright and Megan Hilty as Ivy Lynn) are both amazing singers in completely different ways. Katherine - who made her name on American Idol - is a kind of homely singer with a beautiful voice, suiting the more poppy side of the show whereas Megan can pull of the big broadway numbers and ballads like no other. She's done a stint in Wicked on the real broadway so, you know. Girl's got pipes. The songs are pretty fun and the production of them all are often big and bold, including sequences that, when in rehershals, give the viewer an idea of the production on stage which is a lovely touch. 

One of my favourite songs from the series with Megan and Katherine both singing. I adore it! 

So anyway. Debra Messing is in this show and because of it, I have added her to my list of obsessions. Yup. Very much so. Her tag is now tracked on Tumblr. That's the sign. 

I absolutely adore Debra in Will&Grace and have seen her in a couple of other bits and bobs including a film called The Wedding Date which I absolutely loved and a series called The Starter Wife which again, although a little cheesy and strange at times, was brilliant. 

Also, can we just take a moment to marvel at that hair?! 

Errr Helloo? Why can't I have a hairdresser on hand that makes my hair look like that 24/7?? 

Oh yeah. Because I'm not loaded. 

God damn you, Life. Such a bitch. 

M x