Southern California is an amazing place. It’s a place where dreams come true, where child actors become alcoholics well before the legal drinking age… and it’s a place where a regular girl can become famous simply by donning a wig and a pair of sunglasses.
A not-so-well-known fact about me is that I love hats. I LOVE THEM. But I rarely wear them… I just love to put them on every now and then to spice things up. I do the same thing with other ornamental dressings such as wigs and scarves … and this is a story about my old friend the white-fro.
I have no idea where I found the WF (for short) or if I even bought it myself. All I know is that I used to own it. It was THE COOLEST WIG EVER. It was a giant ball of tight, Annie-esque curls that encompassed an entire head to the point that one’s face would almost disappear. And it was paper-white. Whiter then the whitest pair of socks. It was impossibly white.
So for fun one evening, as I was going to meet a friend at the Denny’s off of Railroad Canyon in Lake Elsinore, California, I donned my WF wig because I wanted to see how long it would take him to recognize me. I also wore a big pair of sunglasses. And I spent the entire 20 minute drive cracking up at myself. I thought I was hilarious!
And true to Southern California form, upon entering the Denny’s- 4 people who were also entering proceeded to bombard me with Who are you really-s and Just give me your autograph please-s. OF COURSE nobody recognized me, but since I was incognito I was probably a really big name. (It IS Southern California of course..)
I’m sure the waitress was disappointed with her non-movie-star quality tip.
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