Shave and a haircut

December 2, 2010 § 1 Comment

I did something yesterday that I hadn’t done in nearly 25 years: I got a real haircut.

Obviously, I have had my hair cut in the last 25 years. But that was (almost always) by a “stylist.” I was tired of getting my hair styled, I just wanted it cut.┬áSo what did I do? I went to a barbershop.

That’s right, a good, old-fashioned honest to goodness barbershop. No televisions with “The View,” no taking the chair after some lady who just got her highlights done, nobody asking me if I wanted some unisex “product” for my hair. It was an old-fashioned manly barbershop, with modern amenities: Blue jars of Barbicide at every chair, Pinaud-Clubman talcum powder, Kobalt tool chests at every chair, flat screens with the NFL network and free wi-fi.

I took my old-school barbershop experience to a new level too. I got a shave. A REAL shave. I let some guy I had never met come at me with a straight razor — and it was awesome. Hot towel, followed by another hot towel, followed by hot shaving cream, followed by a hot towel, followed by MORE hot shaving creme, followed by me letting some guy named Steve get in my personal space with a straight razor. Then another hot towel when he was done. It was awesome.

The shave is not something I’ll do all the time, definitely not every time I go get a cut. But I am definitely sticking with the barbershop from now on. I highly recommend it.

(Edit: I forgot to mention, I went to The Renaissance Barbershop near Southpoint.)

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