My new haircut

I know, the title is a great play off the viral video and scrubs. Put it on my tab. I did get a new haircut, and it was awesome. As you could probably see in pictures, my hair was starting to look ridiculous. Part of me wanted to grow it out, just for the fun of it. However, the longer it grew, the more I realized how stupid I looked. When I grow out my hair, its like I am aging backwards, Benjamin Button style. I start looking like a high schooler. Plus, I highly doubt any Italian girls will find me attractive with a mop on my head. So, I decided it was time for my first haircut in Italy.

Taka had told me if I ever needed a haircut, he would take me to where he gets his. I gave him a call, and it turned out he needed to get a haircut as well. So with that, we were on our way. We drove from my place into the center, parked, and started walking to the salon.

I don't remember the name of the place, but essentially it was a salon. He insisted on calling it a barber, but I knew better. Steve's Modern, where I get my haircut at home, is a barber. You walk in, you get your haircut in record time, mix in a couple of crude jokes, and you're on your way. This was pretty much an empty room, with seats along the walls and large mirrors in front of them. Taka had called ahead, and they were waiting for us.

The lady called my name, and I walked over to her. She spoke no english, so Taka was needed to help me describe how I wanted my haircut. First, I sat down so she could wash my hair. I have done this before, but this was different. She wet my hair, and started massaging my head. I hate to say it, but it was awesome. It felt amazing. What guy doesn't love that? Even when she was drying it with the towel, she massaged.

When I sat down to get my haircut, I called Taka over to help describe what I wanted. My hair was pretty long, and I wanted to go short again. I was concerned about what it would turn out like. European haircuts vary from ultra conservative to crazy weird. Taka insisted that I get a feux hawk. I am no stranger to the hairstyle, considering I usually come dangerously close to having one most of the time, but I have never gotten a haircut tailored to the style. I thought about it, and figured I'm in Italy, so I might as well. I essentially gave the girl free reign, telling her to do what she thought would look best.

She started to cut my hair. She only used scissors, no buzzer. She was incredibly meticulous. Every little strand of hair seemed like it was incredibly important. I was amazed at how passionate she was about what she was doing. There was no rush, she just wanted it to be perfect. At first, I thought it was a disaster. As she continued, it started to look better and better. By the time she was done, I was very satisfied with how it looked.

Now normally once the haircut is done, it's done. You get up, pay, and go. Not here. After she received my approval, we got up, and I sat back down to get my hair washed again. Yep, a post haircut wash. Unbelievable. I know this is a very small thing, but it really excited me. It was an unexpected perk. Normally, you have to go home and shower to get rid of all those cut hairs. Here, they wash it, then you sit back down and they re-do your hair for you! It was a 20 euro haircut, which is fairly expensive, but man was it worth it.

I know I just did a full post on a haircut, but I felt it was important. Tonight, some of the guys are coming over for some food, beers, and poker. Should be a good time. Hope you are all well and talk to you soon!