Short on top for the fellas, long in back for the ladies...

I am sitting next to my mom in an internet café here in Granada, and it may be one of the more hilarious things I´ve ever seen. It´s her first time using a p.c., and it´s like a disaster area. It took her ten minutes just to figure out how to press the mouse button. As I write this, she is grumbling away to herself about her new-found hatred of Spanish keyboards. It´s an evening´s worth of entertainment.

I suppose I provided the entertainment last night, with more long-lasting effects. I went to my first Spanish hairdresser and came out definitely the worse for wear. I thought maybe I would try a little trim and some bangs to, you know, make my face thinner or some other bullshit that you hear in magazines. He thought I would look good with a mullet. My thick, curly hair, which I actually like, is now a sort of deflated rat-tail.
Mom´s first reaction when she saw me was, "That´s interesting." Then she tried to assure me that maybe it would look better when it´s curly. I asked "Do you remember what happens when my hair is short and I let it go curly? A hint: it rhymes with bushbroom." She almost suffocated because she was laughing so hard.

I managed to not freak out until I got home, at which point mom had to force-feed me a horse tranquilizer to keep me from sawing off my hair with a kitchen knife. (Just kidding-- It was more like a sheep tranquilizer.) We managed to make it through one tapa down the street before I totally bonked and fell asleep like the most tired mushroom you´ve ever seen. On the bright side, I am a hat person, so people won´t be totally surprised when I wear a hat for the next, oh, six months.

Moral of the story: Never get your hair cut in a country where mullet dreadlocks are the mode du jour.

ps- That´s not really me up there, but you get the idea... It´s really not that bad, I swear.