Haircuts in Strange Cities
June 17th, 1999 Posted in Style & FashionToday the shaggy mass of hair attacking my neck became too much and I had to get a haircut. Getting a haircut in a strange town is always an adventure. Some how describing to another person how you want your hair cut is always an adventure in communication. I usually end up losing. I walked out of there looking like some kind of Ricky Martin wanna be. Thank goodness you can’t screw up my hair that bad–I took a shower as soon as I got home and I was back to my usual self.
