Remember when I said, "What the hell," on going to Tijuana last weekend?
It resulted in my being invited to a quincañera this weekend by a young man who was allowed to bring a date. The night before the party, I got to meet his family. I managed this because I mentioned to my date that I needed a haircut and he offered to do it.
So, I get to meet his aunt and assorted nieces and nephews and make small talk with them as he fetches the clippers. Then the real fun began. I got my first juried haircut. The aunt was the lead judge and the nephews were also giving their uncle opinions on the cut as he was doing it. Even the dog barked out an opinion or two.
It turned out to be a great haircut. I got to meet some more of his friends at a birthday party and both the cut and the story got good reviews.
And it made this blog!
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