Being total JetSetters (in our heads) we hopped a last minute flight to Hollywood for TrendVision 2011. Fate had us staying in NoHo (gangster Hollywood).

Hungry and relying on apps, we ventured from our Suite and found ouselves at El Parador Restaurant. Let's just say this was not our finest dining experience. As we walked through the doors, the entire dining room turned and precariously looked us from head to toe. Erin had a mini meltdown when she realized the entire menu was in Spanish and she had failed to pay attention in High School foreign languages. Not a "cerveza" in sight we quickly ate our meal and headed to the super classy mini mart next door for pre game supplies.

When booking our hotel accomodations we didn't realize we were a $40 taxi drive to downtown Hollywood where we would spending a good portion of our weekend. Because we rushed to LA the day of the show, a pit stop at Hairroin Salon would be necessary for our evening blow outs.

Luckily, Carrie hopped up front with the cab driver, Sayed, and made friends during the 30 minute drive to the salon. Sayed seemed particularly interested in our events and gave us his cell phone number after he dubbed himself our personal chaffeur for the evening. Several mimosas later, we found ourselves in the hotel frantically getting dressed for the Trend Vision Awards ceremony.

Sayed picked us up in his trusty yellow cab, and we headed back through the hills of Hollywood to hit the Palladium and walk the red carpet. Upon arrival we collected our access badges and snagged a glass of champagne. ( Wella treats stylists right with an open bar!)

Realizing we should have arrived an hour earlier , we walked around aimlessly trying to find a seat and decided standing would have to work. Unfortunately, we were all in sky high heels, but being "glass half- full" kind of girls we used champagne to numb the pain.

Carrie has often referred to Sunday Hair Shows as a Hair Nerd's Church Service. The Spirit was received by all as Performing artist, David Garibaldi, stroked the canvas with his brush...moving the crowd with his bass pumping beats.

Can I get an, Amen?!

Cheering on our fave's Brenton Lee and Erin Athey, we were inspired once again to do great things. Going to shows like this get your juices flowing as a hair nerd.

Fabio Sementilli wrapped up the show and invited us all to party like hairdressers with complimentry bag 'o goodies and booze for all! You better believe we took advantage of that invite.

Of course after a few beers, a girl has to use the ladies room. While freshening up my lipstick and making sure my hair was intact, out of the corner of my eye there was an abandoned goody bag sitting on the bathroom floor with no owner in sight. I scooped it up and headed back to the party with not one, but two swag bags to take home! Score!

After church was dismissed, we headed to holy communion at The W, just a short walk from the Palladium. While perusing the menu and ordering more drinks, Carrie treated us to a lesson in Sluttiness. Hold on to your tracks because this will blow your mind.

The Hair Nerds version of Slutty has nothing to do with your crazy bedroom antics... but our fun version of "dirty". After indulging in the free bar, Carrie recognized the importance of finally eating something, but not just anything.

Our Carrie ordered the sluttiest fries she could find. These bad boys were smothered in gravy, bacon, onions and cheese. It was the sort of meal one could only ingest after several flutes of champagne....

The sluttiness continued through the entire trip and has found its way into our daily lives. Now we have slutty drinks, hair and of course slutty little secrets!

After our slutty meal, we called resident cabbie, Sayed, and requested he whisk us away to NoHo. We all piled in the back, with the exception of Carrie (who talked Sayed's ear off). Upon arrival, Sayed comped our very last ride and wondered when we might be back in Hollywood.

Uh Oh...

After being returned safely to our hotel, we became mixologists. Enter the invention of the Slutty Peach, our signature cocktail.

Not feeling particularly energetic in the morning, we indulged in our complimentary breakfast and laid in bed with reruns of Tabatha's Salon Takeover laughing and napping. Just a few hours before our return flight we did lunch with long time friend, Courtney Mason. Lunch at The Grove and a little shopping were in order before we made our way to the airport.

I (Amanda) hit some trouble when going through security. After rocking 2nd (or 3rd) day hair, I powder showered in the morning and bobby pinned my mane up. The TSA guy wasn't impressed with my updo skills. My pins kept setting off the metal detector. Unwilling to take my hair down ( Hair Nerd Problems...) I was escorted to a side are to await my full body pat down. **Side Note** The agent asked for hair pointers as she violated me.

On the plane, we were politely asked to put away the IPAD ...

...then minutes later scolded for not listening.

As our slutty trip came to an end, we began planning our next.. because, as you know... a Hair Nerd's work is never done.