Day (17): Under the Knife

Nothing starts a day off wrong like the addition of a bad hair cut. Ok, the hair cut itself is tolerable. But the methodology certainly was unpleasant. I decided to venture in an attempt to save my wallet to the Empire Beauty School in Boston, where students on the verge of graduation cut hair for $5. I like the price. But oy, I almost got my ear chopped off by the beautician, named something like Shani. Whilst gabbing with her ghetto-fab friend GiGi, she cut the hair around my face, scratching my ears with the tip of the scissors and once nearly poking out my eye. Probably won't be going back, definitely not to have my hair cut by her. I wore my new hair cut out on the streets and saw yet another used bookstore I had been unaware of across the street called Brattle Books. The outside $1 and $3 racks had my name on them. It's amazing how I lived in this city for a year and never found these places. Then again, I don't think I ever had this much free time. After that, back to the library, then lunch of turkey burger with BBQ sauce at the Paramount with the winner of the BEST hair-do/RA/friend award, Lauren Camara and RB. It felt like old times to have this tradition revived. Back to RB's room to repack yet again (see the theme emerging?) and the abundantly overdue arrival of Amalie Steidley, aka Mamalie, on the scene. She crazy, she funny, and she too is on her way to Europe. Cannot. Wait. But, with her arrival, the matress on RB's floor was occupied, so I set off to Brookline to chill with Ash, Mike, Ian, and Taylor, much like most of my evenings last year. Let's just say, not much has changed.