the haircut: a process in two parts

this is what I looked like as of last week while meeting with my co-leader carol kelley to start planning stuff for small group.










I don't look like that anymore. The best thing about this haircut? Well, it's short, and it's free, and there's more fun to it, too. The worst part? It took a long stinking time...

I got to my girlfriend Sarah's salon at noon, when she told me, to find several girls waiting outside locked doors. Apparently one other girl and I were here for the "advanced training" sessions, aka Free Haircut, and the other girls were coming for some photo shoot for which they were looking for models. Now this leads directly into the only downside of the day. Sarah took the other girl first, since ours was to be a different set up: she needed to cut bob haircuts as part of her training, but afterwards we were going to her place and she was going to give me the haircut that I actually wanted.

It didn't occur to me that with training she would need a lot of input from her boss, and he came and checked in plenty of times and showed her how to change different things and fix her technique, stuff like that. And so by the time I actually was ready to get my hair washed and get going it was something like 3:15. Yeah. If I would have known that, I would have gone back home, gone running, taken a shower and made it back in plenty of time. Instead, I caught up on the new and exciting changes in Peruvian cuisine, and learning a brief history of Led Zepplin, thanks to the wonderful array of magazines available at the salon.

Ok, so I was supposed to be at my mom's house at 5 for dinner with my visiting aunt and uncle, and I had to tell Sarah that we probably didn't have enough time to do it all in one fell swoop. Not a problem, she was free the rest of the evening. She cut the bob, did much better than the first time around, so said her boss, and then I went on my merry way, to call her after dinner
The bob was so cute I was tempted to keep it:
















Yeah no, not really. I don't think I could have my hair that short and all one length, it'd be too much work to keep it tamed down. But my mom thought it was cute, and then decided to pull out old embarrassing stories of my childhood, which was more painful to endure than the haircut.

But it didn't last forever. I made my way to Sarah's place later on, and within an hour, I had lost probably about the same amount of hair that I did earlier that day, but it looked way cuter this time!