I dyed my hair last night. Bryan didn't notice until I asked him if he saw any grays... but that's a good thing because I'm terrified of having witchy looking black hair.

Later in the evening, we went to a jazz bar in bricktown. Bryan ordered a beer and I ordered a vodka tonic. The bartender scrutinized me and said "I'm going to need to see your i.d., Miss." Bryan said it was because I don't have gray hair anymore. :)