Not long after my trip to Jamaica, my brother requested my presence in Munich, Germany.

Hmmmm Europe...Milli Vanilli...I had to take the braids out. 

With only three days between trips and no money left from the first one, I had no other choice but to head back to XXX shop.  During my walk of shame- it hit me.  I'd seen some great hair on Broadway. Where do they get it?  I made my way from the red light district to the village theatre store.  Perfect, I can greet my brother at the airort in a short pixie instead of a 'stripperella'.

I bought a couple of extra; you never know what Oktoberfest will be like. 

The wigs were a huge hit with my brother's other half. I think

 'dishy'

was the word he used to describe me.

I was back in love with wigs.