Nov 09, 2004 22:32
Guess I should explain hair chicken.
Colin and I both cut our hair shortly before graduation (May 16th or so of this year). Neither of us had cut it by mid-summer when I got back from Europe, and we both decided we didn't really feel like cutting it. So we began a game of "hair chicken". Its based on the ever-popular automobile game where the two people drive at each other with the foot on the accelerator til one person "chickens out" and swerves/stops. Well this is similar, except less deadly. We're both growing our hair out, and the first person to stop/cut it loses. Now, this would seem rather silly and one might be tempted to simply lose for the sake of not looking ridiculous, but both of us are stubborn. Oh, and there's a $50 bottle of scotch/bourbon at stake.
So now Colin looks like a mop-top Beatle and I have a genormous fro. I happen to not have shaved my goatee since the day before graduation as well, so its kind of large. But I'm gonna shave that before I go home in mid-December I think since its getting in the way now.