I had had it with my hair.

Back in Bangalore, I had meant to get my haircut, but I kept forgetting or was busy with something else. Either we were hanging out with Dusty, eating, having a frappe at Cafe Coffee Day, whatever, I was out and about.

Finally, I lost patience with my long ass hair. I was all shaggy and it just kept getting tied up in something. Today was the day. Anthony and I were going to lop it off in this weird cut I decided I wanted. I wanted some sections long and some short.

So Ant prepped me, we sectioned the hair with rubberbands. It was all very scientific. An Indian lady kept wandering by and chuckling at the sight of Ant trimming my locks off.

Snip, toss hair into courtyard, snip, toss hair.

Ant began to get very methodical and picky about how he trimmed.

What resulted is a cross between a hasidic Jew and a Hare Krishna. I decided the locks in back were just too mullet like and they had to go. So I am now left with two super long locks, one on either side of my head, but one further forward than the other, and the rest, well, it needs some evening out, so I will comment on that some other time. :)

Moral of the story, for an amusing afternoon, have your boyfriend cut your hair and the laughes will never cease.