Today I am going to talk about this weekend. Before I get in the evening I must talk about the "Great Hair Tragedy of 2004". I'm thinking about making t-shirts that say "I survived the Great Hair Tragedy of 2004". That comment just took me back a t-shirt I had in Alaska - "I survived the great blizzard of 1981." Anyway, this Saturday afternoon my goal was to get a haircut. I went to my usual place in the mall and they were all booked, so I went into another place nearby. I had this women who I guess could not understand english. I told her that about twice a year I get it colored dark brown. So she brought out some samples of the browns. I suppose it is my fault that I didn't ask the name of it and I just picked one. I also told her I like to use the cutters on "3" around the sides and leave it messy on top. I guess in her language that means, use the cutters on "3" on the whole head. Needless to say, my hair is now fuzzy and "cherry" brown, or as commonly referred to as "red". I really was in shock and wasn't sure what to think, when all the other hair stylists were like, "wow, that looks good". So naturally I didn't get mad and paid while I was thinking "what just happened". I notice now when people shake my hand, their eyes naturally gravitate towards the top of my head. I can hear in their minds "Is that red?"  Before this on Friday I jammed with band mates at my house and didn't get to bed till 4 in the morning. On Saturday night I started off the evening at a Sunday School Thankgiving dinner. I had a turkey leg and rolls. When I walk in the door, people are like, "What happened?" I really didn't want to say the whole story so I always said "someone else did this to me". Anyway, I still talked to some girls anyway. Apparently girls don't think it is that bad, or they are feeling sorry for me. Then I left to go to a club in deep ellum where my friend rented out a club and had a big party. I even got up on stage and did some acoustical numbers with our other guitar player Tito, The people at deep ellum were like "cool hair." Apparently now I look like I'm in a band. I had some girls hanging off me and even got a number. I didn't get home until 5 in the morning. Then I got up at 10 and went to Sunday School. It was also special feed the homeless day and we had a group of 5^th graders out there feeding them turkey and stuffing, I acted as a "runner/bouncer" just in case anything got out of hand. Nothing did, but it was fun being the supposed "tough guy". Ha, I couldn't hurt a flea, well maybe a flea.   By Sunday night I was exhausted and red in the head. Now I am at work and the guys are like "what happened?" and the girls are like "cool hair". Hmm, maybe I'll keep it this way...

Thought of the Day

Jan Brady wearing an afro: " Hey everybody! It's the new Jan! Wow, I'm really making a splash."

-- Brady Bunch Movie