My last haircut was just before the wedding, so I was long overdue for another one. I had to drop the car off at the mechanic this morning, so I was going to get up early and drive 25 blocks north to my old barber. I planned on being there at 7:00 when they opened their doors. K. suggested I try the downtown barber her father uses. I was extremely hesitant to do so. I decided to give it a try, since the place was in the Civic Opera building, a short walk to my office.
First of all, I feel like I've cheated on my regular barber, a very nice gay man named David. Unlike the other black-shirted barbers at Gabby's, a great old-fashioned place where they shave your neck with hot lather and a straight razor, David always wears Hawaiian shirts. It's fun.
Aside from that, Sam scraped my neck with the straight razor and did not apply a hot towel after the neck shave. He also scraped a vacuum hose over my scalp, which hurt like hell. I got a good haircut, but I think this new place was doomed from the start because they weren't my "regular" place. Even Gabby's wasn't just around the corner from my old apartment, but it was familiar.
Do you have routines you hate to break?
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I can't believe it. My Google quote of the day is:
"Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts."
- Jim Morrison
Whoa, maybe Mr. Mojo Risin is communicating with us from beyond the grave.
Look at that sweet cubicle fortress behind ole' blue eyes.
i'm a bit particular about where i get my hair cut. ever since the time in high school when i stopped by the mall in Flo-town to get one just before i went out with a girl in my class for the first time. it went something like this:
Salon Worker: "What do you want to do with the sideburns?"
Me: "I want to keep them just as they are."
The Salon Worker, with a set of trimmers, proceeds to completely buzz off Nic's left sideburn in a single flick of the wrist.
FIN
There are some fond bad haircut memories from my childhood. There was the time old Ben decided he'd give it a go cutting my hair. Then there was the abortion perpetrated on my crown by a trainee at the Super Kuts in the McFarland Mall in Tuscaloosa. It was just before school pictures for 6th grade. I had to slick back my hair with gel to hide my jagged bangs.
I cut my own banges before I went to "Disney on Ice". It was so bad. I begged my brother not to tell my mom ( she wasn;t home when I did it). I will always rememebr his response. "K, she going to notice your bangs go on an angle." I had to wear these huge headbands for months till it grew back.
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