Early Morning Mistakes
Jun. 17th, 2006 10:58 amIf I have any choice in it, I don't get out of bed before 11 AM on a weekend. Alas, this morning was not one in which I could leisurely arise.
Next Thursday, we're flying to Portland, OR, to visit with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kent4str's family before heading down to Anaheim, CA, for the annual IAGSDC convention and GCA caller school. I'm still up to my eyeballs in work, especially since I was away from work almost all of this past week. I don't really need a haircut at the moment, but I'd be looking pretty ugly by the time the middle of the convention rolled around in two weeks; because of scheduling, this morning is the only opportunity for me to get a haircut.
As luck would have it, I got the math-challenged barber at my regular barber shop. Nice guy, but his english is sparse and his hearing isn't that great anyway --he's probably in his seventies. Cutting my hair by half should take it to about 1 cm in length... there's a big difference between 1 cm and 3 mm. Ah, well... it'll grow back eventually.
The worst part is that I tend to close my eyes and relax while the barber is clipping away; I find the sounds of the shop to be comforting, and the gentle trimming motions and occasional touches to slightly change the alignment of my head by the barber to be tremendously relaxing. I generally zone out and enjoy the platonic sensuality of the experience. Thus, I was caught totally off cuard when he began trimming my moustache.
In the first clip, he had already taken a chunk out of the left side so when I snapped back to attention, the damage --IMHO-- was already done. There was really no recourse but to let him continue trimming along to at least even out the structure & style. Damn.
On the other hand, the new style actually goes better with my newly minted 3 mm hair so perhaps it was for the best. And the moustache will grow back even faster than my hair: I'll have it back to my preferred length in a week or so.
Next Thursday, we're flying to Portland, OR, to visit with
kent4str's family before heading down to Anaheim, CA, for the annual IAGSDC convention and GCA caller school. I'm still up to my eyeballs in work, especially since I was away from work almost all of this past week. I don't really need a haircut at the moment, but I'd be looking pretty ugly by the time the middle of the convention rolled around in two weeks; because of scheduling, this morning is the only opportunity for me to get a haircut. As luck would have it, I got the math-challenged barber at my regular barber shop. Nice guy, but his english is sparse and his hearing isn't that great anyway --he's probably in his seventies. Cutting my hair by half should take it to about 1 cm in length... there's a big difference between 1 cm and 3 mm. Ah, well... it'll grow back eventually.
The worst part is that I tend to close my eyes and relax while the barber is clipping away; I find the sounds of the shop to be comforting, and the gentle trimming motions and occasional touches to slightly change the alignment of my head by the barber to be tremendously relaxing. I generally zone out and enjoy the platonic sensuality of the experience. Thus, I was caught totally off cuard when he began trimming my moustache.
In the first clip, he had already taken a chunk out of the left side so when I snapped back to attention, the damage --IMHO-- was already done. There was really no recourse but to let him continue trimming along to at least even out the structure & style. Damn.
On the other hand, the new style actually goes better with my newly minted 3 mm hair so perhaps it was for the best. And the moustache will grow back even faster than my hair: I'll have it back to my preferred length in a week or so.
