The End of an Era
So thats it ladies and gentlemen, the show is over. Five years of straight running and it got cut.
Thats right, I think you know what I'm talking about:
I CUT MY HAIR!!
And not just a little bit. It's about as short as it was in grade eight or nine. I feel naked and my neck is freakin' cold! But there is a story behind this, and like all of my good stories starts out with and over-abundance of beer in my system.
I got drunk on monday at a punk show and while hanging out with the band afterwards we collectively decided that I needed a mullet. So with a pair of dull scissors and a steak knife I was pretty much scalped by drunk friends while laughing my ass off/crying. I woke up the next and looked in the mirror suddenly realizing that I didn't just have a bad dream.
I'll admit, it was killer mullet though. But I could only stand the complete "Trailer Trash" feeling for so long and it got all chopped off yesterday. Kudos to the lady who cut it though, you can't even tell the top was run over by a lawnmower.
There were pictures taken and a video as well but they are with one of the bands and I'm still waiting for the email with the files in it. I promise however that I'll post them as soon as they come in for your viewing pleasure.
On the up side however, a gay guy who I used to work with whistled at me and called me hot so I know the new hair is looking good.
Thats right, I think you know what I'm talking about:
I CUT MY HAIR!!
And not just a little bit. It's about as short as it was in grade eight or nine. I feel naked and my neck is freakin' cold! But there is a story behind this, and like all of my good stories starts out with and over-abundance of beer in my system.
I got drunk on monday at a punk show and while hanging out with the band afterwards we collectively decided that I needed a mullet. So with a pair of dull scissors and a steak knife I was pretty much scalped by drunk friends while laughing my ass off/crying. I woke up the next and looked in the mirror suddenly realizing that I didn't just have a bad dream.
I'll admit, it was killer mullet though. But I could only stand the complete "Trailer Trash" feeling for so long and it got all chopped off yesterday. Kudos to the lady who cut it though, you can't even tell the top was run over by a lawnmower.
There were pictures taken and a video as well but they are with one of the bands and I'm still waiting for the email with the files in it. I promise however that I'll post them as soon as they come in for your viewing pleasure.
On the up side however, a gay guy who I used to work with whistled at me and called me hot so I know the new hair is looking good.