Wigs, Margaritas, and Adult Entertainment....got your attention?

Okay, I tried to upload a ton of video time from the wig party, however, I had some difficulties with that so I was able to provide 2 essential pieces.  The first video is obviously of my girl posse and my mom who supported me through the event.  The second video is of my final wig choice.  

The wig party was held at a boutique called "Wigged Out", the owner is in the second video in the background with her wig cap on, she looks bald...her name is Tina, she was diagnosed in her early 30s and had a horrible experience with the wig buying experience and the quality, or lack there of, in wigs, so she started her own business. 

The wig party happened on the 2nd weekend of December (I know I'm running a bit behind), so I had not started chemo and was physically feeling pretty good. The party was awesome, however, I had been prepared of the worst, emotionally.  I had in tow my girl posse, mom, Xanax, and a box full of Kleenex in my purse. I mean really, who goes wig shopping at the age of 30, unless you are in adult entertainment or have some weird medical issue...again, my life is surreal in these moments. 

I was pleasantly surprised that not even a tear was shed and I found a great wig!  I feel like the wig that I chose gives me a little "kick cancer ass" feeling!  After the wig party we gladly sat together and laughed over margaritas and Mexican food.  That night was the best medicine.  I laughed so hard with my girlfriends and mom that my recently surgically placed portacath ached!