There aren't many things in life that can make me feel as good as a truly sweet haircut. Huge props to Sabrina at Lady Jane's, Ann Arbor, for her hour-long effort to drop some whupass on my unruly tresses this past Saturday, an effort which was a virtuoso display of both excellent taste and shear scissor-wielding badassery.
If I still drank, this is how my Saturday night would have went down. Especially if I could afford to hire Steel Panther for a gig.
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