And here’s me Thursday evening.
Notice anything different? No, I didn’t get a haircut, I got them all cut. (After so many years, I still tell my grandpa’s jokes.)
Yes, it’s a pretty drastic change, but truth be told I was getting sick of the long hair. Yeah, it looked cool, but I was getting annoyed with tangles and hair in the face, and I don’t like ponytails. So I made an appointment for a haircut at a new fancy-pants “mens” barbershop on Hawthorne. The cost was $24 which is the most I’ve ever paid for a haircut in my life. But since I haven’t had a haircut since Tim’s basement in Saskatoon* last August, where I clipped my hair in the bathroom sink, it’s not like I spent a lot of money on haircuts lately. So I’ll treat myself. (And you get a free shot of whiskey with the haircut too!)
|I also got my shoes shined.|
The long hair was an experiment borne out of laziness. I neglected getting a haircut when we got back from the big trip, so the hair kept on growing and I decided to see how long I could grow it before I got sick of it. And I managed to grow it a good long time. This was the longest my hair had gotten since 1992, the last time I took a year off from haircuts. The big difference was in my youth I normally had longer hair, the last two decades my hair has been short by default.
It’s nice to have this…weight off my head. It’s nice to not have hair constantly getting in my face. Let’s see how long this lasts.
*Everyone should get a Saskatoon basement haircut at least once in their life.