Just another "Brown Party"

Here's a somewhat funny situation that happened to me a few months ago.  Brown parties are always a unique scenario.  I know that my better gingery half HATES going to them, because it's gotta be tough being the only white guy in the room.  Anyway, a series of incredibly frustrating events began shortly after my arrival at a family friend's house.  This family has known me for almost my entire life, but it was hard for me to even tolerate being at their house because they had three younger boys.  Therefore, dealing with four younger boys (if you include my brother) and none of my friends was AWFUL.

As soon as I walked into the house, it was almost as if I was slapped.  It was the first time anyone besides my friends and immediate family had seen my newly highlighted hair.  What was the reaction?

Evil in the World?

A good friend and I had a discussion a while ago about bad people.  She believed that bad people didn't exist, but I believe that they do.

What defines a bad person?

Once Upon a Time, I was a waitress.

It's been a while since I've written.  I am super bad at updating, apparently, so I'm going to spend today working on a bunch of posts so that I can really try to update weekly!

Now, this story has been on my mind for a couple of months, but it still really irritates me.  My real friends already know about this story, but here it is.