Oh, me.
Okay, so, got my apartment, feelin’ groovy. Decide my hair is gross and flat and decidedly not punk rock. I have weird, fugly, Michael-McDonald’s-greatest-hits hair. And this, this cannot be. So I recall my best friend raving about a little place called Bird’s Barbershop where she came back with this creative and cute haircut for a pittance. I remember that haircut. It was badass. Maybe they’ll understand my need for “emo bangs”. Celebratory haircut it is.
I call ahead and apparently they’re more of a walk-in type of place, so I take my sweet time getting there. When I finally do, I have a wait time of about 2 seconds before I’m hurried over to a chair by a very nice lady named jacqui/jackie/jakqee/you know what I mean. She asked me a lot of questions, trying to get a feel for my relationship with my hair (drunkenly cursing screaming “you’re not the boss of me!” at it in the mornings) and what I use on it daily (duct tape and pudding mix) and what look I was going for (hard to explain without Meg Ryan reinventing the Shag every two years.)

Ja-something-ee gets to work razoring my hair, and as she’s hacking away (I have the mane of a wildebeest) I chitchat with the surrounding folks- OMG Project Runway tonight, etc.

On a side note– one of you, dear readers, owns a bar. One of you has to at least know someone who does. Will someone PLEASE start a Project Runway viewing thing on Wednesdays? You’d have my heart and my money, I promise you. I’d love to have a drink and watch PR in public. Anyhow, carry on.

So Jasomethingee finishes up my hair and it’s delightful. I love it. I look hipstery if I need to, professional if I need to, and it doesn’t make my face look big. Happy happy LP.

Bird’s is having a Ladies’ NIght with discounted haircuts for women, drinks, chocolate, massages, live music et al. on the 20th. You should definitely check it out. More info can be found on their myspace page.