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8/5/2005 - That's, Uh, Different...
For the last seven years I've had pretty much the same hair cut and the same hair cut routine. I drive to my mom's office with the dog, drop him off, say: "I've going to get my hair cut", walk down into Old Town, and return about an hour later.
Needless to say, when I came back this time I got a bit more of a reaction than normal. It's always amusing to watch family members try to be desperately diplomatic.
Hmm.. should I have gone all the way to "Billy Idol" blond?
My Brother's Wife: "That's, uh, different..."
My Mom: "It's, uh, very short..."
My Brother: "Uh, maybe, you should've dyed your eyebrows to match."
Harry (our slightly rednecky handy man): "Yeah, like women say: 'double the batch so you can also do the snatch!'"
Okay, so that last comment had the whole room looking at Harry for a bit.
So why? No real reason. I was looking over the band photo shoot pictures and thought "Hmm, guys in bands are always dying their hair a weird color. What would that look like?" No point in being bashful -- there's only one way to find out.
To be truthful, I'm not sure I like it. It's sort of the color of the icing of one of those golden Hostess cup cakes and makes me of look kinda like Bruce Willis from the Sixth Element.
Will hates it and swears that if I don't change it back I can't go with him to his work party next week. I may relent, but not till I've had a chance to upset the rest of my friends, family, and co-workers...
