In your case, going with what you've got is a very, very good thing. It takes me and hot rollers a good while to do the bouncy curly thing. Then I have to go back with a curling iron and fix some of the curls that don't want to behave.

I *think* I can manage that. It was kinda funny. Danny gave me rules. No calling his Dad Godfather to his face and no asking him if he can get someone whacked for me. I'm like oh Baby, you know me too well. Actually, I *love* the bike. It's sexy and fun and much love for the bike BUT I'm not sure it gives me 'meet the parents' hair. He'd probably take a cab if I wanted but it'd be an expensive cab ride all the way to Staten Island and traffic is a *nightmare* here. With the bike we can just zip right up between a lane of cars. In a cab, you're just stuck.