Bald moves.

Not sure if it was Louisa’s concern about her expensive shampoos being wasted or my son getting this idea (I’m guilty of implanting it) of doing this, but … we did.  The story about the Armenian girls from Yerevan in the hair salon – well, it was there.  (One girl, actually, went to the same school as Louisa – small world).  We decided, against some people’s better judgement :), we committed to it.  They said good bye to us from the balcony, we got the taxi and off we went.

We got to the salon and without any wait (unlike the night before) I got in the chair.  I told Andrei to watch me first to make sure that he doesn’t have a change of heart.  Not only he didn’t, but he insisted to switch from blade 1 to blade 0.  I was done.  He got in the chair.

We look cool.  Really cool.

 

Our hairs were left on the floors of Buenos Aires…