#153. or, Not Really a Hair Show Post.

  On Monday I took a bus load of budding young beauticians from the high school, into the city to see to the Hair Show. I wanted  to try to slip into the show with the class, on the schools dime, but where I was directed to drop them off, and where they let me park, was a quarter of a mile apart. By the time that I got into the building, my cargo was nowhere to be found.

 It was my intention to write this masterpiece on my adventure at the Hair Show, but as much as I love and appreciate the few of you who actually come here to read this drivel, the $25 that it would of cost me to buy my way into a show, that I didn't really want to see all that badly, just to report back to you on it, didn't seem like all that good of an investment.

  So, as an alternative, you get the non-Hair Show, Hair Show post instead.

  First, the obvious. If you're going to go to the Hair Show, and you're a guy, you're going to be in the minority. Very much so!

   Now, I realise that there are also a good deal of very talented men in the beauty culture field, and I saw some of those men there. But for the most part, I would say it was at least 95% women. And, if you are apt to do as I am, when faced with the situation of having to wait for a good deal of time before you are called upon for your particular set of skills, (which in my case, was driving the bus) you are going to watch the crowd.

  The best way to watch the crowd is to blend in and to not draw attention to yourself. Blending in is a little bit hard to do when you when you're in the 5% of the minority and you wear a cap to the hair show. Which is a funny turn of events, because I blended in quite nicely when I wore pretty much exactly the same outfit to the Farm Show, a couple weeks prior. Also, when you're so radically outnumbered by the opposite sex, it's harder to feel like you're friendly appreciative guy, and more like oggle-ing creeper guy. Unless of course, you're extremely confident guy, which I tend to not be.

  I pretty much drank coffee and pretended to play on my phone. Which, now that I think about it.........pushes me more into the creeper category than I really want to be.

  I consider myself to be pretty open minded and willing to try new ideas and experiences. That being said, I don't really think I belonged at the Hair Show. Don't get me wrong, if I had been there, in the company of my wife, or even a friend with any sort of connection to that field, I would have been more than happy to wander about the exhibits. But as a fellow who, more often than not wears a cap as part of his wardrobe, and has had maybe 3 different hairstyles over about 40 years, I was more out of place than not. I enjoyed myself, but I don't think I would have gone if I hadn't been asked to drive the bus.

  As the show wrapped up, I parked as close to where I dropped my crew off as I could and went inside to wait for them. I found it extremely interesting to watch the different hairstyles as people left the show. I assumed that they must have been doing make-overs there, because the hairstyles were far more interesting on the way out, than the had been on the way in.

  Maybe, if I had gone in, this 45 year old farmer would have stepped up and gotten some bold new doo? I can't say for sure, but hey, why not? I suspect that I'm not going to have the hair that I've still got for all that much longer. Maybe it's time for grand new hairstyle #4. I wonder how I would look with green hair, and a John Deere logo shaved into the back? I'd probably stick out at the Farm Show?

  ........................also, I'm currently trying to convince my wife to shave half of her head and dye the other side blue. So far, she hasn't warmed up to the idea.



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