The Haircut
Back in middle school in the mid 90's, I decided growing my hair out would be the cool thing to do. And it was. So I grew it out, shaved it underneath (that was happening back then) and everyone loved it (especially the ladies).
Through high school, it just kept on getting longer. At some point, I must have made the decision to just let it go about it's business - growing and growing. Fast forward almost ten years, and I'm a guy with obnoxiously long hair in need of a makeover.
Wanting the change, but a little afraid at the same time, I let two of our lady team members talk me into it on the long train ride to Charleston, SC - the destination for our 2008 MindComet Retreat.
They facilitated what I could never do and made the appointment. I was lightly taunted by the fact that it was immediately too late to cancel.
The time had come and I was walked to the in-resort salon. One of my supporters hadn't yet shown, and I did everything possible to stall. I even pulled the forgot my money trick, but it just didn't work.
They finally sat me in the chair and just as the cutting commenced, she flew right in the door.
Not being an expert in hair styles for the last ten or so years, I let Tiffany do her thing. Well, with influence from the half a dozen team members that had gathered as well. I guess that's a bit of a throwback to my prior plans of a cakeplow-infused, user-generated haircut. Funny how those things work out.
For about 30 seconds, I shared the same haircut as another one of my supporters.
Finding out that a fauxhawk wasn't prime for me and my hair, the results came through as you can see below.
My thoughts? Well, my heart never pounded out of my chest as I had expected, and it was undoubtedly an improvement. But what really mattered to me was what everyone else thought.
Just as we finished, Jenn and Marcelle, both my boss and our President, emerged from their lengthy massages from a door conveniently next to my chair. Shocked, I hope I didn't undo any effects of their intense relaxation sessions. For the record, Marcelle said it looked hot ;).
But what did everyone else think? Unbenounced to me, my a good friend and fellow MindCometeer held interview sessions during our yearly awards dinner.
Donning my new suit, I was feeling like a million bucks. I'm not usually the one to pose and take pics at arms length, but tonight was a definite exception.
As the Retreat commenced, I had one last thing to deal with: the real world! I still had to find out what the girlfriend (who was a fan of the long locks) would think. Luckily, she still provided me a ride home, so I take that as an approval.
You might be wondering what happened to all that hair? I donated the hair to a good cause as you can see below.
But in actuality, I am happy to say that the 11.5 inches will be going to Locks of Love to benefit those who can really use it.
I know that this is probably the longest Cakeplow post in history, but I just want to give a big thanks to all of the MindCometeers who made it possible. You know and you know that I know who you are! <3
Through high school, it just kept on getting longer. At some point, I must have made the decision to just let it go about it's business - growing and growing. Fast forward almost ten years, and I'm a guy with obnoxiously long hair in need of a makeover.
Wanting the change, but a little afraid at the same time, I let two of our lady team members talk me into it on the long train ride to Charleston, SC - the destination for our 2008 MindComet Retreat.
They facilitated what I could never do and made the appointment. I was lightly taunted by the fact that it was immediately too late to cancel.
The time had come and I was walked to the in-resort salon. One of my supporters hadn't yet shown, and I did everything possible to stall. I even pulled the forgot my money trick, but it just didn't work.
They finally sat me in the chair and just as the cutting commenced, she flew right in the door.
Not being an expert in hair styles for the last ten or so years, I let Tiffany do her thing. Well, with influence from the half a dozen team members that had gathered as well. I guess that's a bit of a throwback to my prior plans of a cakeplow-infused, user-generated haircut. Funny how those things work out.
For about 30 seconds, I shared the same haircut as another one of my supporters.
Finding out that a fauxhawk wasn't prime for me and my hair, the results came through as you can see below.
My thoughts? Well, my heart never pounded out of my chest as I had expected, and it was undoubtedly an improvement. But what really mattered to me was what everyone else thought.
Just as we finished, Jenn and Marcelle, both my boss and our President, emerged from their lengthy massages from a door conveniently next to my chair. Shocked, I hope I didn't undo any effects of their intense relaxation sessions. For the record, Marcelle said it looked hot ;).
But what did everyone else think? Unbenounced to me, my a good friend and fellow MindCometeer held interview sessions during our yearly awards dinner.
Donning my new suit, I was feeling like a million bucks. I'm not usually the one to pose and take pics at arms length, but tonight was a definite exception.
As the Retreat commenced, I had one last thing to deal with: the real world! I still had to find out what the girlfriend (who was a fan of the long locks) would think. Luckily, she still provided me a ride home, so I take that as an approval.
You might be wondering what happened to all that hair? I donated the hair to a good cause as you can see below.
But in actuality, I am happy to say that the 11.5 inches will be going to Locks of Love to benefit those who can really use it.
I know that this is probably the longest Cakeplow post in history, but I just want to give a big thanks to all of the MindCometeers who made it possible. You know and you know that I know who you are! <3
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posted by MindComet at Friday, October 17, 2008
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