Chris (of Chris & Carl, proprietors of the very fine Soto Salon on Deer Park Avenue in Deer Park) cut my hair in her kitchen (you can see her refrigerator in the background of the "Before" shot). She took several pounds of hair from my beard and a little off the top. In the "Before" shot, she has wet my hair and clipped it back with those little alligator clip thingies. I look thrilled. During the previous - oh let's say - 15 years or so I had gotten maybe 3 actual haircuts. I used to grab my beard in my fist and cut off what stuck out the bottom.

Anyway, Chris gives me my haircut, but that is not enough! Ooooooh no, I have to come back on the actual wedding day and have my hair "blown out"! Now I have experienced getting "blown out" involving several rather diverse contexts, but never like this. Now if you roll your mouse over the "Before" shot below, you see "After".

"After" is the result of all this cutting and buzzing and skimming and trimming and blowing and yes, moose-ing. I cleaned up ok, thanks to Chris. By the way, when I got to her house on wedding morning to get "blown out," she looks up at me (I think without heels she is like 3 foot 2) and scolds "YOU ARE WEARING A T SHIRT!" Of course I'm wearing a t-shirt. I always wear t-shirts. She then calmly explains "YOU'LL RUIN YOUR HAIR TAKING THAT THING OFF! REMOVE IT IMMEDIATELY!"

I naturally complied, she "blew me out," and I left her apartment wearing no shirt, to the obvious shock and dismay of several of Chris' neighbors, (her husband Carl being at work and all) and drove home barechested and NOT ALLOWED to open the car windows. Sigh!

Anyway, it is quite a transformation from upper left to the After shot. This girl can cut hair.