Random Barfly With Scissors
Last night, when I left the house, my hair was long. I had no solid plans to change that. And then we went to The Cozy Inn Bar …
A guy wearing a beer distributor’s t-shirt walks into the bar. He’d been tryin’ to chat my friend Liz up for nearly a half hour. Finally he gets her attention, kind of joins our little group. Turns out he’s a nice guy. Turns out – aside from being a beer distributor with crazy punked out blue and pink hair – that he also likes to cut hair.
“Let me cut your hair,” he says to me.
“OK,” I said. And we all went back to his place down the street.
May 27th, 2011 at 7:00 am
Wow, what a crazy story! You actually let some random guy cut off your long hair? BTW it looks fabulous!!!
May 27th, 2011 at 9:33 am
I’m so used to seeing you with long hair that this is quite the shock! But it’s adorable, Anna.
Also, you’re very brave. Aint’ now way in HELL any random guy with scissors is getting near my hair.
You truly are an adventurer!
May 27th, 2011 at 3:50 pm
Great story! I actually was less worried about the “random haircut” than “going back to his place”. I almost let them shave my hair into a mohawk at Planet Earth in Knoxville at a GG Allen show. I would have gone through with it, but someone took off with the “bald clippers” and I had to get home fast since I took off with my brother and skipped school:)
June 8th, 2011 at 4:13 pm
It’s adorable!