Saturday, December 01, 2007

Things you should never do after drinking

I almost never drink at work happy hours. I have a number of reasons for this general policy, but really, they all boil down to one: By not drinking, I can curtail (somewhat) my ability to say or do something stupid.

Yesterday, for some reason, I decided to have a beer. Just one, mind you -- not even enough to be close to drunk -- and yet, the conversation still managed to veer dangerously towards the embarrassing. But that's not really the problem.

The problem is that I got back to the apartment, changed into a t-shirt, went into the bathroom, and cut my hair. All before dinner.

Yep, I gave myself bangs.

I had been thinking about it all week, mostly because when I was at my parents' house, I found some cute pictures of me, as a kid, with bangs. Maybe, I thought, my mom was right for all of these years, and I really do look cutest with a little pixie cut.

Apparently, Katie Holmes's new 'do didn't dissuade me. And neither did all of those years of bad school pictures -- especially the ones where I had cut my own hair, much to my mother's chagrin.

At least now I can cut straight, mostly. And, thankfully, I cut them dry, so I didn't cut them too short. And, as long as you don't really look at it, it doesn't look that bad. What it does look like is that I'm going to have to go to a professional to see what she can do to fix it.


Paige Jennifer said...

The last time I tried to cut hair I was six and it was on my Barbie. I was aiming for a bob but the poor gal ended up bald. Scared me so bad I'd never ever attempt to cut my own hair. You are one brave tipsy gal!

mad said...

Wow, after one beer? What would you have done after two?

dara said...

Paige Jennifer: The last time I tried to cut my own hair, I was in third grade. It was right before school pictures. I only cut the hair of one Barbie. And she pretty much wound up with a crew cut, so then my sister and I disfigured her using a light bulb and made my brother use that doll whenever he wanted to play with us.

Mad: I wanted to get my hair cut all week. The beer just made me brave enough to believe that I could do it myself. If there was a second one, I probably would have just gone to sleep.