A Close Shave
On the evening of Friday, May 5, 2000, the hair on my head
became at least as short as it was on the day I was born. It all
started on the night of Friday, April 7. We had just seen the
Dirty Dozen Brass Band play live at the Highdive in Champaign. We
all had a good time, and I was high on life. WEFT's pledge drive was
just starting that night, so it was a natural conversation topic.
I said to Zach, "If I
raise $1000 on my show [Scrambled Eggs], I'll shave my head!"
Zach's response was something to the effect of "Funny that, I was
going to pledge $1000 to WEFT anyway." Well, Thursday morning
rolled around, and Zach, Annie, Marc, and Ayleen were all
around to help pitch for the pledge drive, and we raised over
$1100 during those 3 hours. Certainly a record for a morning menu
program on WEFT!
Of course that meant another thing -- I still had to shave my
head. May 5th, Cinco de Mayo, became the date for it. I
was sick of my stubborn hair, and this haircut was overdue.
Zach's sister Rory was in town for the weekend, and she wanted to
do the honors, and so she did. We ended up using a pair of
scissors and then Zach's beard trimmer, and finally a Mach 3
razor. The whole process took about 90-120 minutes, but then I
was as bald as I will be when I'm 40.
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