While Damon had the best week ever, I seem to have paid for it with the worst haircut ever. Having just moved to a new city (I now actually live in San Francisco, will blog about that later) and needing to find a new barber, I decided not to risk precisely this situation before last night’s Black and White Ball. However, that decision, while wise in hindsight, came back to bite me in the ass when I found that many SF barber shops are not open on Sundays (lazy SOBs!). Maybe I should have taken the hint. But, I couldn’t go another week without a haircut, and I can’t stand the idea of patronizing the on-site haircut trailer at work (the one time I did HAVE to do that is definitely the low-point of my career at Yahoo!). Suffice it to say that I now know, first-hand, why the fade never really caught on for white guys. My mom is gonna kick my ass!