Hit Me With Your Best Shot

So after looking for Panorama at 6-5-2 Jingumae for, oh, two or three hours, I gave up and went to this place called Peek-a-Boo. It looked big enough and was exposed enough that I figured they must have some gaijin experience. Anyway, I went in and, amazingly, wasn't stumbling over my Japanese much, got a shampoo (felt really good) and cut and dry. The works (in my book, since I've never really done this before). Needless to say, Oono-san was a bit surprised by the state of my hair. There was a big debate about whether to cut it all off or not, but I finally said whatever he wanted to do was fine, as long as it didn't get poofy.

The experience was really great, I must say. Everyone was super-nice and patient with me, even though some of them were definitely surreptitiously staring at the weird-looking foreign girl... but I actually found that kind of cute. I enjoyed watching Oono-san work, since, as many of you know by now, I aspire to amateur haircutting/styling. By the time he was done brushing, blow-drying, and even applying some hair-wax, I had a tomboyish but feminine haircut that nicely framed my face and softened the severity of its square shape. I was very very pleased with it and told him so.

It's lost some of the volume and femininity in the two hours since I got it cut, but I still like it. Thing is, it actually doesn't look *that* different from what I did to myself before...
I don't know how many of you reading this saw my hair right after I cut it last December. Brett and I went out one night and ended up dancing the night away (that was the awesome night I had that battle with the very cute girl in La Caverna). Anyway, after the dancing episode, Brett said my hair reminded him of Pat Benatar.

I swear I didn't ask Oono-san to make me look like Pat Benatar.