I feel so naked
I went to get a haircut this morning. I didn't really want to, but mom kept asking. I told her my brother certainly wouldn't care about it (he had long hair), but I figured if it will be one less thing for her to stress over, then what the heck. It was a lot longer then I thought. The pony tail was 20 inches. (going to locks for love) I had my barber cut it all really short, so now my head feels like it's several pounds lighter. It was good to see my barber again. I used to play in a band with him years ago, and he was a good friend of my brother, so we spent the time reminiscing about him, talking about our amusing gigs, and hearing all about his Beatles gossip. He showed me some great photos from a birthday party for Ringo that he went to. Too bad the guy lied to me about cash. If not, I might have stayed with the band and had been able to attend myself. :(