aggienaut | Jun. 7th, 2004

   On Saturday Aaron and I went to a barber downtown for haircuts. When I take off my hat and explain that I need the sides of my head shaved, the barber responds "I can't do that." Then another barber tells him "yes you can." And so he commences to attack my head. Not the interchange one wants to hear before getting one's haircut. But I tried to console myself thinking that most of the times my head's been reshaved its just been my friends, surely a professional barber can do it better than them even without prior experience at the precise task. Nope, he did a TERRIBLE job. /= Aaron and Kristy had to meticulously fix his mistakes later on that evening.

   Then we went to the party the former residents of 208 Thoreau* were having in their infamous La Salle** location. As usual it turned out being some crazy times, especially when some unrelated persons put soap in the spa that happens to be right in front of their apartment, and a pool/foam party then raged from approximately 10pm to 2am.

PS: On Sunday Kristy made us a dinner of sausages from the co-op and speitzel noodles. It was mad good. <3

*Thoraeu is one of the freshman dorms here
**One of several apartment complexes in the student housing colony in north davis.

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