, because it wasn’t a regular no-wash day. After a day of , I was dealing with some serious post-flight hair—as in, hair that won’t pump up volume-wise, even with maximum effort.
Upon checking my suitcase, I realized I had forgotten to bring some (unfortunately, this is majorly on brand for me), while also finding out I’d bypassed some of my other beauty go-tos due to .
At that moment, I’d accepted my fate: would be incomplete—I was down too many key players. That was until my saving grace entered; a voice asked, “Why don’t you just use mine?” The voice was one of the girls I’d been sharing an Airbnb with for a long weekend in Nashville.
Ten of us decided to travel together, despite being a mixed bag of friends of friends that somebody inexplicably linked somehow.
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